The Mighty Battle Of Green

It's currently 4:20a.m. and I can't get to sleep for reasons more depressing than the concept of a kitten glued in front of a steamroller but now seems as good a time as any to document the daring quest of two would-be "heros".
The story begins on a typical weekday, nothing out of the ordinary at all...or so I thought. I made my way over to A's house (yes, I'm still using the "initial" system) for some gaming and fun I remembered that he had mentioned an evil plant that he had been told to conquer. I had agreed to help, thinking it be a simple task. As I made my way down the hill towards my destination my thoughts were proven VERY wrong. Before me stood a beast 16 foot in height with more natural influence over the area around it than God itself. This, I thought, was going to get tough.
I went into the house where A showed me weird and wackey things on the interweb, none of it I understood because not even he could comprehend it's vast knowledge. After a while I suggested we leave to get supplies for whatever lay ahead, trying to block the "leafy challenge" that lay in wait for us out of my mind. We ventured down to the field of Somer where we bought numerous supplies, much to A's surprise at my insane diet. We purchased them from a well known vendor whom we know as D...not V!! We headed back up to A's abode where the monsterous ivy hung ominously. We ate and drank most of our supplies (in fact I ate and drank most of my supplies) when the call of duty came upon us. We knew we had to fight...
The tools of war were given to us as we prepared for battle, neither of us knowing if we would make it back. We used a surprise entrance to the battlefield which gave us the upper hand. At first we tried a turn based system of attack against the plant, we soon realised this was geting us nowhere. I was equiped with the tiny "Cutters of Truth"(+1) which I used effectivly to clear away the bottom section of green coverage to reveal the monsters source, The Root. Little is know about The Root itself, some say it has surpassed it's pot, planting itself into the hard ground below. Others say it has made it's way under the house, plotting to break through and start it's world takeover bid. All are just hearsay and rumours, what was truely known was it had to be stopped. The upper body of the beast was cut off from it's cursed root by A with great precision and skill, leaving only The Pipe to be delt with. What is the pipe, you ask (you probably have if you've bothered to read this far), it was what the the planthad used to climb up the building all these years. It had intertwined with it so much rust and wood had become one, making a sort of "Rood" or "Wust" substance. What ever it was it would prove to be too much for us, unless we came up with a plan fast.
I headed for higher ground, knowing that it had to be tackled from both ends. This move proved useful as the branches had taken a firm hold an by cutting them loose it allowed A to start the "tug-o-war" process, ever increasingly ripping the creature away from it's suspended lair. More had to me cut and hacked until It was revealed, The Heart. The very centre of it all, the branches and vines had entwined themselves with each other and the pipe, making an enforced defence against attacks, just revealing it was a battle enough. However, not willing (or allowed) to admit defeat, we pressed on the the attack. The Heart took many cuts to remove but eventually it came loose, allowing us to take the rest of the plant with it. It lay defeated, in a mess of leaves and twigs, awaiting it's final curtain.
The clean-up isn't interesting enough to document, only mention, and myself and A went in to get our celebration on, which happened to be gaming (don't judge us).

I would like to add that I do not, and never will, condon the use of violence against either animal or plant life. In this case the builders were coming round and the area needed to be cleared. Though contry to the details given in the tale, there was no spite towards the afore mentioned plant, it was even liked as it gave the builing character, says A. I apologise if any of the content within the story has offended viewers.
Signing off: 5:30a.m. (and I still can't sleep).

Caffine Induced Hell, It's The 10th Circle

I'm sitting here jittering cause of the overdose of caffine I took earlier, not literally obviously, it just feels like it. It doesn't help when your trying not to think about something, all you can do is think and think until all you want to do is blow you fucking brains all over your wall. These are troubling times, I think I need to scream, that may be the caffine talking but I'm not so sure. If I don't scream I'm definatly going to hit something, weither it be human or otherwise. Not without good reason, of course, but it will happen and when it does I'll feel better.

Tits Up And Nowhwere To Go

Blast me. Blast you. Blast this whole damn thing. (I would like to remind viewers that this is not aimed at anyone, it's just a wee rant...and not a good one at that.) Do you know how many guys have come on to me? Do you? In the past 2 years I've had roughly 7 guys come up to me and either ask for a kiss or ask me out. How many girls you ask (probably not, but this is a goddamn rant damnit), one, Ais. Now that's not the point I'm trying to make, that's a damn good thing. What I'm trying to ask is "Am I only attractive to the same Goddamn sex?" I'm not homophobic (as a dead leg will prove, trust me), in fact I'm very open minded about how people live thier lives, it's not my place to say different. But I just find it annoying now, like I said before I'm happy with Ais and this isn't some desperste advertisement for women but how do you be attractive to the opposite sex. All this shit has made me paranoid, I might live the rest of my years in a cave...

I'm Drunk...Again

It's sad but true folks. Helps me think, if you can believe that, if you can't...well don't, as simple as that. I could write anything on this blog and no-one would care, no-one looks at it anymore, previous posts must have either scared them off or pissed them off, either way I'll die happy knowing I influenced peoples lives even in the smallest of ways. Not, I must note, that I intend on dying anytime soon.
This is a low point, I wish I knew what was going on, how people felt, what I have to do. I try not to dwell on these things but it's hard when they concern someone very close. Some may know what I'm on about, through experience of this kind of flux, or just a very educated guess. Come to think of it, who the fuck doesn't know, everyone has shitty points in there lives, I just wanted to have them when I was 50, that's all.
All things considered things are looking up, at least that's what I like to think, the truth may want to correct me on that if need be, but I'm firm...(heeheehee)...in my belief that thing will get better soon. I would normally say cause I'm putting a lot of effort in, but if that was the case it wouldn't be a natural reaction thus a lie, of sorts. No, for once I'm taking it easy, I'm motivated by some very helpful advice.
Enough of this drunken ramble, the spell checker can only do so much. Night y'all.