No. I refuse to talk about sports until baseball season begins. I refuse to watch sports overviews for the next 6 months. I drank more than 4 liters of coke, sat in a wood chair for 5 hours, went to the bathroom 8 times, only to have the world be separated by an insignificant number of 3. Or it might have been 4. Who knows? A certain someone needs to be run over by an 18-wheeler. ~_~
Well now that the liters and liters of sugar have worked through and I'm semi-calm, I feel like writing another journal. The Super Bowl was depressing, but there's always next year to look forward to (as in, the Patriots not winning). Besides, Gibbs is here. No I won't ramble on how he's our savior or any of that crap, because it is what it is: crap. He said it best himself: the past proves nothing.
As I write this:
(00:10:28) —› join: (matt_the_shark) (~mattsouku@syr-24-58-165-253.twcny.rr.com)
(00:10:34) (+matt_the_shark) HI
(00:10:42) (+matt_the_shark) HI
(00:10:48) (+matt_the_shark)
(00:10:58) (+matt_the_shark) PATRIOTS WIN!
... (misc stuff here)
(00:12:33) (+NS33) matt
(00:12:35) (+NS33) shut the fuck up
(00:12:39) —› ignoring (matt_the_shark)!
(00:13:13) (+NS33) i dunno if the script notices you, or pms you, or whatever, but (00:12:39) —› ignoring (matt_the_shark)!
/me stabs matt in an infinite ways so that regardless of matt's horrible and bad RP skills, he can NEVER EVER, in NO WAY POSSIBLE at ANY time, space, or any other dimension, or by ANY means EVER, come alive again in RP with NS33, no matter WHAT