Reading over messages I post I determine I either seem like a smart arse, a grump, or a grumpy smart arse.
The horrifying secret of my username has shocked and amused weaboos the world over.
Just wants to spoil it for everyone.
Funny how a bee caught in the office can be hours of fun. I mean torture. Anxiety and torture.
Playing Pokemon Y represents the most masculine thing I've done in months.
Using self actualisation to emulate the effects of heroin.
Reading over PMs from 5 to 8 years ago I have come to the conclusion that my sanity and my sexual alignment seemed to be questionable. I suppose not much has changed.