Man, life's screwed up.
I say fully realising I'm providing no explanation nor do I intend to and I know this is the worst kind of post in a blog (or so I think) but...
damn.
Life be screwed up.

Edit: Ah, the sweet sweet lull and caress of videogames. When coffee and sugar can't sooth my aching metaphorical brow, her often violent, sometimes unexpected touch brings me to a quiet place within me I hardly even visit otherwise. Need For Speed Underground does not caress, per se, instead it ... ravishes. I'm fairly certain guys can't be ravished but I don't know what to tell you. I feel ravished. And it's a good thing.
NFS Underground is like the best, but dirty, crack cocaine, cut with LSD and stirred into your White Mochachino, along with 3 extra shots of expresso. It's just a rush.
I literally sweat pure adrenaline as I take corners at 220 km/h in downtown ChinaTown.
Invest in it. It'll invest in you.