Man. That whole boy/girl physical intimacy thing KICKS ASS.
Yeah.

Otherwise, I'm playing at the Ultimate Outdoor Qualifiers this weekend. This means 5 hours frisbee a day in a hardcore, outdoor kinda way. Also, I'm horrifically unfit thanks to the whole broken rib thing and technically shouldn't be playing. Oh well. If I pierce my lung wall, forcing me to cough up blood, bone marrow and lung butter, so be it.
It does also mean I need to be up at 5:45am.
That's not even a real time. It's like the root of minus 1 - stupid and imaginary, but I'm guessing useful in some form... maybe, like, for milkmen. The time, I mean. Not the imaginary number. Unless they're dealing with imaginary milk, the thought of which boggles the mind.

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Owned?
Yeah, OWNED
What, pwned?
You mean, like, totally owned?
Dude, ownage.
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