Apparently, on the (many) occasions that I am drunk, I reveal all my woes to a small ginger kid I barely know.
I'm sorry? But why would I like one when I've seen what better there is to like? It'd be like being in a jewelry shop and going: "Hmm, that's an Ok bracelet...Ooh, but there's a nicer one which is a lot cheaper! Yeah, I'll get the first one." (I mean no offence to the first bracelet really; the other one is just a god.)
Yes, I'm perfectly aware that this post will only make sense to Riggers, but that's ok. To be honest, I'm not in enough of a self-indulgent/arrogant mood to post some preachy holier than thou rant today.
I suppose, in a way, I just have.
So YEAH.
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