Stuff

As I procrastinate more and more... I decided to do update my blog. Here are three lumps of gold I found today when sifting through the sands of the Interent on the river of time:

Many male gamers approach the opposite sex with the same poise, grace, and tact as Gollum going after the One Ring.
- Pfisiar on the official MTG under the thread "Women in Magic"

To the depressed
Everyday you're beaten. Tossed into the ground. Forgotten. Unloved and unwanted.

Everyday you wake up. You go through the motions of the day. You strive toward being a better person, and shedding your ugly shell.

Maybe you just want a little. Maybe you want a lot. Maybe you want the whole damn world to beg forgiveness at your feet.

Do you deserve that? Do you deserve what you have now? You answer solemly, "no, I don't."

But you don't stop trying. You don't stop breathing, or kicking, or screaming every step of the way. You want the little things.

You want the special things.

You dream. You feel yourself enveloped in your desires. You keep reaching out to grasp it, but it's always too far away.

But you don't stop. No matter how far away, how painful, how frustrating, you keep reaching out.

Here is to impossible dreams, and chasing them anyway.

-Chef, Apr 22 2009 on TL

This is what I want to do you

You worm. You scum.

You with the fake smile, the ingenuine complements. The half-assed sentiments and who straight facedly misrepresents.

Why do you haunt me? Torture me? Send me into fits of agony?

Does it give you pleasure? Is it your self worth's measure?

Maybe it's not your fault. You're so sheltered in your ignorance vault.

But I hate you. Hate you and love you. Because you are me. You are my creation.

You are my wanton desire, my unstoppable temptation.

Fuck.
-Chef, Apr 22 2009