I wonder what slash means...wait, no, don't kill me! I'm not a nOOb! is targeted by nOOb guns Crud.
I, yet again, checked my email. Curses, I got nothing. Which isn't surprising because I just checked five minuets ago. I went on fan fiction. No reviews in sight. How dumb is my life? Very very dumb. Dumbity dim dum. Garr, that dumb fly ad bothers me. Stupid, incessant buzzing should be banned. I decided to go for a walk in the crappy little fako-woods thing behind my house. Eh, it's exercise. And maybe it will keep me from speaking broken English. And Spanish, I also speak broken Spanish.
Sigh, it's officially summer, but it's still chilly enough for a sweat-shirt. I walked around and saw no deer, which is very strange. I randomly started to sing 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams'. I tend to close my eyes while singing, which is a problem, usually. I'm actually pretty good at walking around with my eyes closed. I'd make a good blind person.
"I walk this lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's only me and I walk alone."
I continued to sing and walk blindly until I heard something. I opened my eyes.
"Mother of-" I stared. I was defiantly not in my sudo-woods anymore. Come to think of it, I should be on 6 Mile by now. And there was someone in front of me. Someone with pointy ears. I said some words not generally heard in polite society in every language I knew (which, sadly, included Elvish, my LotR obsessed friend taught me some curse words) and-mostly due to lack of breathing-fainted.