I'm on to you internet. You can't trick me, I don't want to pay for things in Canadian dollars. To whoever has been hacking the Gibson on my eBay account, I will catch you. You can't stop me from turning my employment at Hollywood and all the glorious fringe benefits that it entails into a tidy profit to make me feel better after working for hours on end only to be yelled at for something I didn't do. If I'm going to steal a movie, I'll do it over the internet anonymously thank you very much. Ah well, employment is a thing of the past, I am far too busy failing at being a professional gambler. And a copyright pirate. And the world's greatest lover. Well, I guess we can't fail at everything. Haha, I'm so alone. If anyone out there is searching for a great deal on some RAM, check this out. Despite certain tiny nay-sayers, it is indeed a good deal, and I will gladly safely drive my car over to your house and prove it. So there. Show me no regard will you, well I'll show you something! Or maybe I won't. There in lies the game gentlemen. Now I simply have to wait for her to crack like so much melty ice below my mighty... Birkenstock... with a boot attachment! Yeah, for stomping! If only I could drive with these. Damn, defeated again! Ah well, it's all good. Now to pull a feat unmatched by anyone, well, by me anyway. I will go to sleep before the sun comes up. Not for any good reason mind you, but I've simply run out of things to say. Alright so you caught me, I've decided to fix myself a bit. Run out of things to say, couldn't even keep a straight face on that one. Well anyone, Bon Voyage fair dreamers, I shall be in your dreams to annoy you tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day. Oh, wait one second, there seems to be an angry mob of well rested people outside. It's such a nice night, I think I'll just go out the window.