I can't describe to you how much it's bothering me that I put "El Gigantor" in the title of the post below, and not "El Gigante" which, I realized after five more hours of Resident Evil 4, is correct. I know this bothers no one but myself, but I'm going to fix it, damn thing.
The rural European types in the game, you see, they like to shout at unexpected times. And, because they are scary to me, every time that happens I tend to wet myself a little bit. So "El Gigante", which seems to mean "Here comes the thing that will kill you" is burned into my brain. Alright? So that's my note on the note above regarding the "Gigantor" incident. Let's put it behind us.
There are women downstairs. Isn't that obnoxious of them? I keep wanting to go down and get snacks, but there they are, and I'd have to stop and have a chat. In this respect I'm like my father. Skittering through the house avoiding people.
Was there anything else?
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If this were a poem, I'd comment on the interesting juxtaposition of zombie imagery and woman imagery. But it's not a poem, so I won't.
You're online at the exact same time as me, zombie woman. We are playing comment tag.
HEEE!
Why do you people not have msn?
Because it is evil/I am bad at it.
le sigh.
I am blueish_@hotmail.com if you ever get the nerve up.
Which you won't. (I am goading you now.) CHICKEN.
I tried to find your address once before on your profile page, and failed, (so clearly, I am not a chicken), I am an awesome. But yes! I will use it. Wait and see. Just you wait.
WAITING.
tick, tock.
I think I need snacks in the form of popcorn.
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