Well, I am almost done with The Guild. And more frightened of Wil Wheaton than ever. How is it that Wesley Crusher grew up to be kinda awesome? And have a great, if somewhat douchey voice. It just ain't right. I hate Wesley. I don't care what anyone says. He was a little d-bag. Kind of a badass, but still. THE SWEATERS!!!
And now, "Bevahhly" (Picard voice. Picard voice, dammit!)
I ordered some new Fables. 11, 12, and 13. Only to find out that I had never actually bought 10. Sigh.
I've spent more time hanging around myself. This was an MST3K night. It was glorious.
I don't really have things to talk about, per se, but I want to talk. You'll listen, and you'll pretend to like it.
I learned that if you go anywhere in the known world, you will be attacked by Pokémon, and you will die. Especially if you go to Australia, Tokyo, or California. There, death is certain. I caught 'em all, bitches! Thanks Google... I'm a bigger loser than I was 48 hours ago. Fuckin' sweet.
I will find out if I can get my car tomorrow. I really hope so, as mine is now making gurgly-engine-explodey sounds. Disappointed Face.
Ok, that's it. I've got nothing. I'm going to go back to burying myself in Ni No Kuni. Time to dress up in piggy armor and go invade a castle.
Well, this is what I really want to say-
Stolen from the internet, because I'm lazy. And uncool. Don't listen to what anyone tells you. I'm not cool.