These months have given me time to ponder, to shuffle loose my old beliefs, and biogtries. Alliance? Horde? Good? Evil? The meanings or these words. Once so clear, now blur as my eyes gaze across the boundless sea.
I know what matters, the bananas are after me.
Perched high in their tree. They eye me with cool maleviolence, and the last one i tried to eat, nearly gagged me! I could almost hear it scream as I smashed it, half bitten, on sea rocks.
It’s war, and I will win it.
|—||Damp Diary Page (Day 87) - World of Warcraft.|
Someone said “Macbeth”
(If you know anything about theatre, you should know its “bad luck”)
Well after she said it, jokingly. Everyone freaks out.
Then, a guy says, “Macbeth? what? I always thought you weren’t supposed to say ‘Hamlet’”
BADASS!! DO WANT!
I SO WANT AND NEED ONE OF THESE….