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After a humiliating debacle a few nights ago which had me loosing to a computer named SlowFlo (humiliation, thy name is) and actually becoming sad-ass triple digits on my pretty new internet chess account, I faced that bitch once more and earned back digit number four. Hah, bitch, now I can watch and wait and play unrated until I'm ready, because it's my decision and rated play can have unwanted consequences, like shame, pregnancy and STDs. I am so cool.

Must remember to call Jenny.

Do The Right Thing was an all around awesome movie, and it just kind of kicked my ass. Woah. Good.

Update: Everytime someone tells me to go watch Searching for Bobby Fisher and cry about it, I do. I'm disturbed by how... actually attractive I find the man in footage. Pretty, good bearing, lasconic voice. He doesn't give a fuck. He's such a mysogynistic fuckwit, yet... good hair. Ew. Gone Fisching. Catching Fisch. Baiting hooks, stooooop it!

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After a humiliating debacle a few nights ago which had me loosing to a computer named SlowFlo (humiliation, thy name is) and actually becoming sad-ass triple digits on my pretty new internet chess account, I faced that bitch once more and earned back digit number four. Hah, bitch, now I can watch and wait and play unrated until I'm ready, because it's my decision and rated play can have unwanted consequences, like shame, pregnancy and STDs. I am so cool.

Must remember to call Jenny.

Do The Right Thing was an all around awesome movie, and it just kind of kicked my ass. Woah. Good.

Update: Everytime someone tells me to go watch Searching for Bobby Fisher and cry about it, I do. I'm disturbed by how... actually attractive I find the man in footage. Pretty, good bearing, lasconic voice. He doesn't give a fuck. He's such a mysogynistic fuckwit, yet... good hair. Ew. Gone Fisching. Catching Fisch. Baiting hooks, stooooop it!