I am in the wrong NW. I weep from an excess of self-pity, not being able to follow my heart upon the path of awesomeness-added to said reading. Knock them dead, Matt. Then pour raw brandy down their throats and revive them. Make them your playthings.
― Aimless (Aimless), Saturday, 26 March 2005 19:20 (twenty-one years ago)