It's the keys

It's 4 o' clock in the morning and I couldn't get in the apartment because I forgot to keys. So this is what I did, I went inside a cafe and wrote a blog telling you people bout' my untimely predicament. I still have 2 hours to go before Mai finally wakes up and by that time I'd be looking like a washed-out primitive caveman. She'd then be asking where have I been again, and I'd say like, just here and there and swearing to mother nature for her to stop scrutinizing and let me sleep. Hopefully Stephen, that conceited jerk (hahaha) won't be visiting today (because it's already morning) so that I won't be waking up to the sound of a lame-a** comment bout' how horrid I look, because by then, I'd be really craving to knock all his teeth.

So here I am, writing. . . . after get tumbled and kicked in Warcraft and had just have about enough of it. : ) The only consolation I had for missing sleep was that I was able to bully Stephen in NBA Live(the same could not be said for JP, who turned Yao and the rest of my Rockets into Hershey's and swallowed them). So yeah, what do I do now? I don't have my flashdrive with me, and I'm basically a walking shirt and shorts with a few bills on the pocket. Time to figure it out.

Oh yeah, one more forest keeper in my beast deck and it'll be hairy enough to trample just about any offensive decks out there, except Muds. In Stephen's words, his deck is "Halimaw" - any level 8 monster would feel like peeing at the sight of Chimeratech (that sh*tty card!)