Today I had a rather peculiar day: I drank 3-4 cans of coke and one of them magically fucking exploded in my satchel. It feels great when universe pulls the splint on a chemical beverage-bomb, that you could've drank seven minutes ago and saved yourself the trouble of trying to create enough heat in your body to evaporate the dark and mysterious fluid from every item you were carrying. My whole inventory was soaked with the sweet and sticky cola-liquid: sunglasses, jacket, diary (That took on the looks of the one owned by Tom Riddle), drawings, a whole lot of other crap and of course my external hard drive, which I have convienently named... the Shitbox.(Because of all the shit it contains) So now I have a bagful of items wreaking of coke and swarming with sugar-eating and probably flesh-eating ants.
Many moons ago I bought a ring- gray with black details... and it has been taken from me. Don't get me wrong, it is in good hands- The temporary guardians of the ring are people I trust and there is not many people I trust in this world (3-4 at the most). I hope they manage to enjoy it somehow and don't decide that it would be a good idea to forge it into a bullet and shoot someone in the face with it...
It is a bit lat I guess... 3 o'clock-ish... But I feel my brain talking to me, saying weird things...
-Andrew
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