/w
Today I am thinking that you don't know anything about most people really. And if you did know the real stroy of everybody you had to deal with then quite a lot of everyday social interation would be rendered quite difficult.

For example when I sat with furrowed brow on Wednesday night on the train on the way home, did you know that I was fretting about how to re-spec a level 48 rogue for PvE combat? And on Thursday night I could think of nothing else except how much my feet hurt. Then other times I think about stuff which you might find really offensive. Stuff that would make you not want to shake hands with me, run away and lock up your children. Would you know, though, to look at me, how offensive I can be? I doubt it. And most people I see as I go to and from work you wouldn't think so either. But I bet you anything you like that they have it there ticking away inside. The heart of darkness. Which is a book I have never read. *adds to list*

The person I have spoken to most in the last month is a 16 yr old pervert from Norway. Sometimes he is just a pervert. And sometimes he is just 16.

/lick
zilli guus
omg my weps r fkd g2g IF
wtf die!
Rasshøl

and so on
Where did it all go wrong...