That's a good story Blaise. Slight clarification, however. I promised I wouldn't run off to a NO_TELL zone whenever Blaise came on if she gave me that bracer. Basically, I wouldn't hide from her.
It's a funny thing about MUDs, especially small ones. You'd damn near always find a 'MUD slut', who was some socially starved girl who basically went around cybering everyone to get attention. Calypso (Blaise) was IP's mud slut, as far as I was concerned. I was much more interested in achievement and the acquisition of power then in chatting with some crazy chick who talked wayyyyyyy too much, and flirted with the entire damn MUD. Oh, and it was Black Dragon Clan, not cult, you freak :P.
Anyway, Blaise grew on me like some infectious fungus. By the time I knew what was happening, I would have had to start sawing off body parts in order to stop the infection. Quite amusing :). Who knew I would be one of the enduring friends?
One quick thing, part of the human spirit and the whole 'being really smart' concept is being able to overcome adversity. Fight the system man, it's really just a conspiracy to keep you from publishing your porn to the masses. Don't let 'em win!
Phew, positive speech takes a lot out of me, I'm weary now.
And everyone who reads Kim's diary, next time you read it, imagine that the lack of capitalization equates to a speech impediment. Something like southern people, you know, real slow and slurring? Kind of a monotonous sort of drawl. That's how I read non-capitalized writings :P. Well, except for Rich, because he's got this wacky euro-trash grammar that crops up when he's being lazy, so he sounds really retarded at times. A typical old school Richard sentence would be:
"hey when b u home? call me then k"
Yes, that's a very slight dramatization, but it's pretty damned close hehe. Yes, I love you Richard. No Richard, I will not suck it.
But on a different note, I have to say, I'm quite flattered for my invitation to Kim, at the very least, being turned down. I feel all squishy inside.... See? I told everyone I needed that damn cleansing! Squishiness.... ewwwwww. But seriously, since I've been reading about Thailand, and talking to people about it, I want to go out of desire to go injest toxins there, not remove them. The toxin route just sounds so much more fun, especially in friggan Thailand. I can go to some little queer (not queer, as in gay, but queer as in strange. (I have to watch myself, Blaise is a sensitive grrrlqueer *giggle*)) place in california and have a stringy hippy lady shove tubes up my arse while chanting about the third eye or some such horse shit. Anyway....
It's interesting that the topic of free will has surfaced again. For those of you who have known my previous stance on this... well, it really hasn't changed. But I think for all practical purposes, we should pretend it does exist. Or rather, not dispel the belief. I'll explain later when I'm not ... doped up ... and can focus a littler better.
Damn you Victor Frankl, damn you to hell.
The body of Christ and KY,
-G
P.S. My first impulse was to make the bunny start masturbating frantically once it got the cursor. Is that wrong?