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The Box
I'm leaving.
Why?
Because I want
to.
K-I-S-S IT.
KISS IT NOW, ON MY BUTT! KISS IT NOW, ON MY BUTT! FOREVER WE SHALL HOLD
OUR BLADDERS, CRY! CRY! CRY! CRY!
Ehem,
I'm moving to a
place where internet connections are going to be unavailable to me, so
instead of trying to befriend the person who does have IC, I'm pulling the
plug on The Box, and will hopefully one day return to the TAC fold. Until
that day comes, I'll be coordinating attack patterns to try an bring TAC
down... (blatant non-mental note: backspace this last sentence).
I'm moving with
someone, pretty much to start up new lives together.
Corny yes, but I
like it too.
Anyway, I'm
off. I must put things into boxes and what not. Later. |
