Obvious mistakes and quiet cover-ups

And so on January the 14th, on the stroke of midnight, Marjoram, the soon to be greatest undead priest walking the line between light and darkness, is born. His journey begins with his first companion, a warlock filled with a deep-seated hatred for the world and a penchant for acts of unspeakable evil. The darkness in Marjoram's soul is instinctively attracted to this character and soon he even begins to use the power of holiness to bring death to innocent land critters alongside the dark magics of the Warlock, Auel. By the end of the day, thousands of land critters and scarlet crusaders have fallen to the might of their cruel magic.

-The Chronicles of Marjoram, not to be confused with expensive jam.


So there's my light hearted opening to the blog entry.


Hmmm... You should stop typecasting yourself as the villain of that time, or I'll feel forced to write about all the times when I was being terrible. ( The day I was being oversensitive and forgot your hearing problem, the day I was insensitive and pretended I couldn't hear what you were saying, the days I took Mel's side over yours without question, the days I didn't shave...)

Haha. But I don't think that the time thing's ever going to be an issue. I spent two straight years with a person I thought I could be good friends with, and that friendship stagnated to the point of disappearing completely. Somewhat my fault that was, maybe like... half mine. Anyways, I'm glad we could meet again at a time when we both are more clear about what we want from each other and our ownselves. I'm glad that we're friends again at a time that you are willing enough to respect the way i feel, and that you trust me enough to speak to me sincerely. I sometimes worry that I don't reciprocate...haha.


Haha... But you underestimate the common interest plan too easily! It has been very, very well thought out... Yeessss....