Pathetic life indeed
I have to laugh at my friends, especially when i read, angst ridden journals. Then I think to myself, Am I that bad? Not anymore! Screw angst in its angsty ass, no longer shall i give a damn about angst...and on another note...the word angst looks very odd....anyhow..

Most of my friends know I played, or played, D&D, well some of my friends still do and Im reading one of there journal when i notice my ex's name...oh how the mighty have fallen

anyways...

Now that I think about it, I havent been involved in a good roleplay in like a year, I miss the days of the well written story..the plot twists..and In my groups case, the humor of a half cyborg dwarf monk that tripped the hell out of the elven cleric until he refused to move..and at that point had a rock drop on him...I miss the good days of D&D...I miss me friends...and most of all

I miss our sanity

But

I love the crazy to hell and back!

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