“Risk” eBusiness

….and another week passes, another tragedy of text wrought in the form of silence, and in all honesty, for no good reason.

Tonight was the semi-annual risk tournament, where the "Chrissy-crew" assembles and hatched plans for world domination. It was another escapade of E and his army of black-colored plastic men, vs. the world, and of course, the oppressive socties (banding together in ulimate fear of loss) thwart my plans, and the black army once again was driven from the earth.

The pinnacle of the night was my black army, poised to secure the final piece of the of the european continent:

R: "You’ll never get the ukraine"

E: Oh, i’m getting it, watch me roll a 6"

(rolls 3 dice)

Die 1: 6

Die 2: 6

Die 3: 6

The chrissies: "thats eerie" screams one "mark of the beast screams another" -"just who exactly are making treaties with, E" says the third, all in delightful jest.

A good game, even if my army did finally fail. Sigh, one simply cannot hold europe. It is nigh impossible.

—-T and her crew called me to go out on the town tonight, but i couldn’t accept due to the risk tourney. I could tell she was a bit saddened by my answer, but i’m going to try to call to her tommorrow and arrange something, in semi-makeup form. Once again, we’ll see.

Other than that, the week hasn’t been to bad; the usual class calls, brief convo with the mother, my usual gaming stint, and dinner with Anna "just for the fun of it."

-I’ve also been listening to alot of Elton John lately. I’m not sure what to make of this yet.

World domination (or failed attempts at it) is quite tiring. Time to sleep a bit; hopefully i’ll write more tommorrow. (i’ll post the pic of my necklace soon Cat, i promise!)

Oodles o’ love,

Erotique