*Aaaaargh*

Erm okay, I've officially given up on The Last Guy. 

Though I did get a Trophy =) 

So I actually had something good come out of something bad. Karma? Or dumb luck? 

I'm not usually the one to give up that easily but this is insane. It's 02u00 and if I don't quit now my PS3 will explode! Steam's gonna come out of that sucker. Poor baby. *goes to check out any updates on the PSN*

Hey wasn't Brütal Legend supposed to be added today? Hmm. Ah well let's give the PS3 some rest.

PS3: Finaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally! I was all hot and shit, and dust flyin' everywhere. Itchin' man! And then there's this big white furry monster that keeps wacking me on the drive dude. My controller gettin' molested-- Beep. 

Erm. Yeah. Okay. I feel the love baby....

Still feeling accomplished and doing five things at the same time (must stop drinking things with sugar LOL) I felt like writing a poem. I guess it's for all the survivors out there, those remembering or those still fighting.

Passion is the velvet quilt

That covers what we crave yet fear

But pleasure is the satin lining

That conquers yet breaks the heart

The memories of what we’ve been through

Are not covered by velvet or satin

But by crimson threads and scars

Yet our courage and love

Fills the skies above

I am not a mystery to me

But I must be to you

And evermore are we not scared

Of the mystery of two?

Don’t be scared of the dark

The guiding stars are there

I’ll send you a thousand embraces

That’ll lead you home

Both fighting battles and yet we don’t show

But we always find a way

To lighten the vague pictures

That plagues our beautiful mind

- Lena