I think it says something about me that after coming home from yet another hideously boring day of work (I am so happy I have an excuse to quit come September), which included even more idiocy than usual (overhearing someone say 'I don't believe in global warming' made me want to cry), the thing that cheers me up most is spending an hour and a half reading stuff about guns. I would really love to try a large-caliber revolver someday. In part for the geek factor (Colt Python FTW!), but also beause they're sexy. Yeah, I like things that could kill me waaay too much (other things in this category: viruses, poisons, and sharp objects. Mmm, sharp objects).
And Ally has freckles, and I need to figure out what her dad's name is, because its the name of her favourite gun (used to be his), and I also need to figure out what Shinra standard-issue military handguns would roughly be equivalent to.
(Also, ninety people have me friended. Surely more than six of you have opinions about laptops)
And Ally has freckles, and I need to figure out what her dad's name is, because its the name of her favourite gun (used to be his), and I also need to figure out what Shinra standard-issue military handguns would roughly be equivalent to.
(Also, ninety people have me friended. Surely more than six of you have opinions about laptops)