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started playing oblivion agian... haven't left my room in 2 days... i should prolly get some food... on a side note, a question was raised amungst my friends, and we have yet come up with a logical answer, what the fuck is the point of twitter? it has begun and now it can't be stopped, ~dmanz p.s. I'm leaving the site. I’ve had quite a run with this site, I’ve made and lost friends, started a web comic, tried writing short stories, and made countless lol cat references, but what i ever enjoyed while on this site is all but dead now. it's become everything i despise about the internet, RT is no longer run by a group of friends that enjoy halo, now all they are, are a bunch of names, living off the fame from their past. The mods are bias and surly and it has come to the point where having a friend policy is a good means of protecting yourself from the legions of nubs logging on using their myspace accounts. I understand that things change, but it has only changed for the worse for this site. I could go on, but there is nothing forcing me to remain on this site, so i will take my leave, knowing that as I do all that I have done on this site will surly drift off into obscurity, lost in the ever growing sea of information that is the internet. But perhaps fate will bring someone to my profile to find something here that will help them along their way in life, perhaps... perhaps not. In either case I'll leave some wise words I heard from a talking dog this one time after drinking some bad Gatorade to get rid of my cotton mouth at a party: Prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Everybody poops and everybody bleeds. There are only two things in this world that you HAVE to do, make decisions and die. Since you never know when you’ll have to do either, keep your schedule open. Once the voices in your head stop talking, then you should be worried. p.s.s. in case someone asks, probably not. |
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