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Laurette lives on!
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Well...I have a few problems running games (and generally being any sort of like important figure), and after about a dozen failed starts and giving up games after the first session over the years...I finally closed out the first part (of three) of the Wheel of Time game just before Christmas, and just before New Years ran the epilogue of the first module (of six) of Carrion Crown.
So...that's my rave. I actually ran two campaigns to completion, and the people in them actually enjoyed it...now I just have to run the next segment of both...*meep*
Side rave, earlier this week I got a promotion at work and am now properly an engineer, instead of just a developer. Yay.
Spoiler: He always teases me because I don't drink much water ever.
EDIT: Did a lot of research before I picked up tritium night sights for a pistol.
*Assuming it primarily ends up in tritiated water, rather than organically bound.
**Gatorade or the like would probably work about as well, but given the option...
Now to migrate all of my aliases (oh god the concoctions stuff) and try and clumsily make bad knockoff code of various scripts people have generously given me so I'm not asking forever and actually learn to do things myself for once! Yay!
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
But before this "jilted lover's complaint line" sent him to prison, nobody complained when we look back at the fact only a hooker as high price and alluring to convince a jury he's actually stealing, as nobody has a choice if they can't resist just spending a few bucks to see what all the fuss is about.
He ain't your buddy and business is booming, so don't expect any awkward departures by this 8 foot tall slut of a man from Mhaldor. His massive steel fist alarmingly gropes you dangerously, before Xenomorph finds that wadded up fifty bucks off you are so lucky this multitasking amalgam of half hooker half pimp means if you try to burn this sexy he-bitch, he calls out to his pimp side, and that feather quilled hat atop the knight's head starts to look like a pheseant, and as to savage beating continues, it looks like Big Bird is sitting on his head, but it's only that beautiful feather looking different from such brutal pimp slaps until he remembers you pre-paid, and gets back to leaving for his next John a few rooms down.
Pleased as an obese man is when drowned helplessly in a vat of velveeta cheese and Big Mac's, you catch your breath with exhilarated contentedness, as you light up a cigarette that will never taste so damn good. Almost wishing to say you don't want me to go, yet still so love struck your mouth opens but no sound leaves, noting my dangerous aura frightening you from doing so, but with no idea of how the regret of a lifetime won't set in till later.
Watching me def up, as the Viceroy's orders my own citymates to hunt me , on orders from Sartan, "If Xenomorph has time to be a hooker, he has time to offer more than the jack shit total he does. Or maybe help respond to enemies raiding the city and fight more, stop acting like such a slut for once." So I put up deathaura and I choke back another kola nut before washing it back with a bedpan full of strawberry daquri that the infernal sex machine is known for drinking away the lost dignity my new job appointment just robbed after my Guildmaster days were a past that he just didn't have a choice to turn back to, the pain of regret unseen on the horrific cold black steel helmet masking a grimace unseen, but truthfully caused by pain completely unrelated to regret, and in reality a horribly advanced flareup of herpes on a chafed and chainmail clad manhood you can only explain if grandkids ask you about the legendary but rather infected appendage you can only fail to properly explain and confirm the universally agreed comparison to wart studded firelog attached to just an all around badass of a man, but in touch with your wife's sexual side, but you are thrilled to let him, hypnotically perms-grinned gaily yearning you to applaud feverishly at the locomotion of his gait noting a swagger only seen in a heavy handed Detroit street pimp version of Sauron.
My deed done, you get your money's worth and watch me hike up my trousers, as the subtle sound of Michael Bolton breaks the silence. Then an audible "ziip" cages the Logos' most magnificent and obsessive manaconda creation he strapped to His mortal son, to odd looks from the other God's in the garden hoping the boss doesn't need their help. Yep, the Mhaldor pit viper finally caged at last, slumbering behind Levi's he wears under his fullplate like most Infernal Knights. And knowing he's about to depart, you lust for someone you hope will love you once again someday, before I saunter away to the northeast, and leave you to that cigarette, and the room bill he never pays for, in a now lonely Motel 6 just outside of Vegas, and back to Achaea. And my no repeat business policy makes a lot more sense when you surprise your wife with my signature touch, herpes come free and don't even have to ask.
-Exem, AKA the Hung Harlot of Herpes (Not Hermes, it's a blessing that doesn't wear off)
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Today my mother gave me a call and asked if I'd help her out with canvassing a few suburbs and doing letterbox drops. I said sure and we went off to do that for about an hour and a half. I probably managed about 120 houses within that time, and I was pretty surprised to find that I wasn't even out of breath. I got tired, hot, and wanted to drink a few litres of water sure, but it's a pretty awesome thing to realise just how much my health improved in the last year.
The best part is that I said I'd be fine with doing this every afternoon to help her out, and she said she'd pay me the same fees that walkers get. Which basically feels like I'm getting given money to exercise regularly. Yay!