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One of my greatest flaws in life is that I tell a terrible story. I think it's because I don't get enough time to actually think about what the hell is going to come out of my mouth. Unlike paper or this wonderful device where I can write, think about it, delete and correct. Which is excellent. Thank you paper/technology.

My friend recently got me into "How I Met Your Mother" Which is, infact, one of the greatest shows ever. But I was trying to tell him about an episode and being rather complicated I think I basically told him the whole episode. In the wrong order. Ruining the punch line at the start.
Go me.
And then.. half way through i'm thinking
"what the fuck are you doing? Shut up. SHUT UP."

But you see, it's kind of hard to do that mid way through an epic bout of verbal diarrhea. So like a trooper I powered on and eventually found my way back to reality, face to face with the pity "oh my god you suck" look from said friend.

*awkward pause*

Me: So anyway.. you should have probably just watched the episode..

K: Yeah...

I think I'll just stick to blogging.