#whyxcalizorzwhy

why would you remove your mass effect 3 playthroughs from youtube?! it was the only decent playthrough available because
a) the other boys play like pussies and
b) the amount of swearing accompanying your playthrough was hilarious
c) oh, you were awesome as fuck at insanity level

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

postscript: poor xcalizorz :(

#twelveyearsofpianolessonsgone

So there was a piano at the wharf today. Which is kinda cool because the city's a bit hip like that and they like to put a painted piano on the wharf for people passing by to randomly tinkle on it. Of course, the majority are kids who are simply dying to show off what they've learnt at the Saturday Music Centre from their Bastien music books. I'll refresh your memory in case you don't remember. But my purple book is clearly emblazoned into my memory.

Anywho, I decided to have a wee tinkle and twelve years of piano tuition promptly abandoned me. And all I was reduced to playing was that annoying song, well duet. You know the one. The one with the damned four chords that EVERYONE knows. 

fjksdfjksdfkjfkfdkj 

#HOLLAH

Enough said.

#hollah....I hope

No such email has made an appearance in my email inbox. Med3 beckons plsplsplspls...

#fuckyou'rearetard

that was directed to myself. the state of my relationship is currently as happy as puppies and i'd say that i'm only responsible for 20% of that happiness.

#yayfortrustissues

yay. spiral
      of
         doom.
             internal
                 monologue.
                       r
                         u
                           m
                              i
                                n
                                   a
                                      t
                                        e............

#heliotrope

thyme, it grows on by as the seconds tick,

if only i had gained wisdom and sage.

but i still have much foolishness within me,

my imagination grows wild with possibilities.

if but a clove would ward off past ghosts,

that haunt my dreams of a white picket fence. 

there are seeds of doubt to be sown and grown,

an apple hanging off that branch once more.

or will your eye catch the ivy growing instead,

and cast your gaze upon the myrtle on the ground?