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Right. I have a feeling I'm going to piss some people off soon. No spoilers, but I am working on something for my last post before I go. Speaking of spoilers, I recently read an alleged script for Star Wars Episode III. I think it's apocryphal on account of it sucks and makes no sense.
I wish I had a pretty singing voice. I really do. But my shit usually sounds horrible. I wish I had a cool speaking voice as well. I listen to myself on tape and cringe. I wish I had a cool voice like Sam Jackson or that cowboy guy. You know, the guy who played in Tombstone and the Big Lebowski.
I'm bored. I hurt my knee and I can't do much. I want to rest if before the training but I feel I must work it to make it better. See. These are problems. So the TV guy came today and fixed moms new HDTV, and I am stoked.
When I am done with my training, my life will be sad. I'll end up every night playing on pogo with my mom. I just know it. I'd have to buy a PC for that shit though. So it may not happen in accordance with my boycott of PC. It's just a personal grudge. No need for you to join me. Unless you feel compelled to fight the good fight. But the thing is. Well, the thing is that to be a member of this crusade, you have to order me one of those "Singing telegram/Handjob" ladies. Sorry but I don't make the rules. Wait, yes I do. Sweet. I knew I was looking out for me.