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Magic is a thing I like...and play. ;)

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Magic: the Gathering - Gaming Table

The very talented ‘n’ crafty Aidan Jay (@aidankj) has almost finished this lovely looking Magic: the Gathering / Hearthstone gaming table.  Impressive job here!

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It's time to go to sleep. But #startrek and my phone are to distracting. #bedtime #sleepy #workearly #animalprints

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Got lots of magic. Felt like a draft. Haha. And I went to see my favorite play in the city. Hell yeah!

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That song...

A song I dedicated to an ex has played on the radio 3 times so far at my job today. I haven't heard it since I played it to him. GRRR

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Link throughout the Smash years.

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When someone is about to combo off and a counterspell war starts.

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"Shit."

-Every player after every fail ever (via toxic-20)

Or just rolling a 1.

(via pathfinder-fan-page)

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Narcissistic Cannibal...Love this song...

Don't wanna be sly and defile you Desecrate my mind and rely on you I just wanna break this crown But it's hard when I'm so run down And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal! Got to bring myself back from the dead! Sometimes, I hate, the life, I made Everything's wrong every time Pushing on I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me taking its sweet time Holding on I'm lost in a haze Fighting life to the end of my days Don't wanna be rude but I have to Nothing's good about the hell you put me through I just need to look around See that life that has come unbound And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal Got to bring myself back from the dead Sometimes, I hate, the life I made Everything's wrong every time Pushing on I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me taking its sweet time Sometimes, I hate, the life I made Everything's wrong every time Pushing on I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me taking its sweet time Holding on I'm lost in a haze Fighting life to the end of my days Holding on I'm lost in a haze Fighting life to the end of my days

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Abscond

This is a poem I wrote close to seven years ago. 

The stench of life in a sea of decay, A shattered home, rebuilt in lies. Heartfelt apologies mean nothing now, in this land enveloped in shadow. Working, ever pushing, wanting freedom, gaining... -More bars to this cell, erected with anger. Anguish to the byproduct of times and laughs, once passed. Not with her. But with she. The first. The better. Not her. Dangle the strings, latch them to him. He's hers now, she holds the operating cross. Playing his life, like a simple game, taking all, leaving none. Let them fend, let them deal, they need not be a part. No one wants to look at the past. No one wants to look at them. They don't want to look at her. They don't want to admit defeat. In the battle, already fought. Victory already claimed. Sweet salvation, impossible to attain. Wait, hold on, don't give in. Victory may be lost, but escape, freedom, are not. Not yet. Not quite. Follow the path to the city of lights and sound. Away from the faults and cracks, the anguish of daily life. Away from the servitude of one enslaved. Contradictory? Yes. False? No. Burning with fire, passion, and rage. Holding on, revenge a tastly thought. Hope not yet broken. Lives not yet conquered. Move fast! Leap forward young ones! Take the hand, it'll lead you through. Follow the signs along the path. Follow them and find... -That place of neverending light. Ever resonating sound. Where hope and fear become one. A place for they, who don't belong. A place for they, slaves to him-her-one in the same. The sevants of a slave. To get away, and rest in peace. Live in harmony, with others like them. Away from cruelty. Away from truculent lashes of sharp words off a bitter tongue. Away from sadness. Hiding their faces from the happieness of those they should be. But they aren't are they? They're different. But not sorrowful. Not mourning in dispair. Not hopeless. But strong. Unwilling to yield to the demon hiding in that home. Unwilling to give in. They will never surrender. And in this city, of hopes and dreams seem just in reach. And evil-the vehement evil of a broken home. Seems so distant-just out of reach. Put away beyond the lids of dreaming sleep. As if a nightmare long forgotten. That's what it should be, Yet sadly. That nightmare-that nightmare is their life.

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Sitting at work right now, lost my job due to calling out on Tuesday. But the good news is I was called back for a new job earlier. Pays better (and actually on the books). Plus it's in merchandising which I absolutely love!!

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Christmas present, shooting time, Thor, my kitty, more selfies, my handsome nephew, my campaign and my World of Warcraft Mega Blocks(don't judge!) 

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Doodling of my Dungeons and Dragons character, more prize winnings and finds at card stores, my house over 100 years ago, Steve and I going out. My adorable cat! 

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We threw a neon dance party last month. It was amazing! We also bought a box of Rise of the Eldrazi in Portugese and I opened Emrakul in the second pack. HELL YEA! Oh and we enjoy hoarding Mind Seize. My little nephew is getting big and my cat is fat and lazy! Plus, my best friend has been so awesome to me lately!

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Update time! I'm still with my wonderful boyfriend. And I'm still bat shit crazy. =] Life is good. 

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I got a little bored!