once more I sit at my desk, typing these journal entries, wondering what pointless crap shall I type today. Shall I qoute Shakespeare? A famous line from Fraiser or Friends? A new saying all of my own creation?
No, I can't be bothered today, this is as good as it gets folks
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A journey into that black and crazy place I call my brain
Please note that the company nor gaia can be held responible for any harm that may (and probably will) come to you whilst journeying through my mind. You have been warned.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
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Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Think of me like a plate, that's being eternally broken and fixed; all the pieces are still there, but it's never as good as the orginal. And eventually, pieces will get lost.