i hurt inside.

hello all my beautiful, bouncing children. so it has been asked if terry gets any sweet killz. well yes, yes he does. the are like small shining stars in our battles. I feel as though it must feel like biting into a juicy steak after a year of eating nothing but bland lined paper, and in that way I am truly jealous, i really am children. I mean for me eating delicious steak every day is fantastic but how can I truly appreciate it when I am such a pwnage machine?

i leave you with this wonderful poem that sums up my pain.

you take the good, you take the bad, you take them booth and there you have, the facts of life, the facts of life

-unknown