Flip.
More than a week, already? Time doesn't fly when you're having fun. It's just a nicer thing to say. Too easily, one gets sucked into a rinse/repeat life. And then the grains of sand really pour down.
Click.
It would be interesting to track a person's mouseclicks per day. Correlate it, and you could get all sorts of fun statistics. Men who click a mouse an average of 50 times a day for example, could be the group most likely to wear women's undergarments. At the office. That they stole from their grandma.
I'm fairly certain there's a direct relation between average mouseclicks and getting laid. Think tanned, muscled, achingly cute guys who know everyone at the club. And then think pasty, acnefied gamer boy who chats up female nightelves on WoW.
Would explain a lot about my situation, anyway.
Sear
So no, not a whole lot happening here. Yet at the same time, too much
cutting
drama. But hey, you get enough of that on the telly. Available on channel 8 in ReallyBadActing flavours.
Perhaps things will look up when the stars shift, in a bit.
Yes, I sting. Maybe it's time to let that show.
Exeunt
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