Margaret, while waiting for Dr. Kohlenberg to call me back about my paper so that I can continue to write, I was running my druid around Astranaar. I ran into an undead rogue, Lv28 named Sandorclegan. Friendly chap, thought you'd want to know.
I can't keep my mouth shut. It's true. The only time I show any of my father is when I really lose my temper. There's a black asshole in the trombone section. No one likes him. No one will say anything when he decides to try and fuck up the entire section. No one except me. Lucky me. It eventually got down to us cussing back and forth at
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I get this strange little pleasure watching people panic over juries. It may have something to do with the fact that I've known my grade since last night... ^_^;;