the prize was dinner, and if you didn't know - I. LOVE. DINNER.
I was in it to win it. My game plan was gold, my war paint was on, and I was shitting determination.
I was tagged - it's hard to remember the exact details because my anger does a great job of hazing my memory.
Point of this story is that I'm a huge baby.
This game will tear us apart, and I am ready to trust no one ever again.
Thanks Dusten, I am now a ruined person incapable of building another relationship.
Actually, I hope it's awful.
(not really, I'm sure you're very nice and are undeserving of the brunt of my childishly immature rage. So yes, goodnight)