The Confessionizer is an excelent tumblelog that lets you post your confessions.
It’s cool to follow it and watch other people’s confessions. But, since I’ve been following it (like 3 days now), most confessions aren’t about something wrong or anything condemnable that the person did. No. It’s about love. And they are sad, sad confessions. Looking at it, it feels that the number 1 reason for people’s saddness is love. There is something wrong with that. Maybe people are too picky.
I spent a lot of time this past weekend watching people (boys) play Call of Duty. A lot of time. Like, an inordinate number of hours. At this point, I know which level is the most fun to play with friends (Shipment), which weapon is the most effective from a distance (grenade launcher), which method of killing is most satisfying (a run-by knifing), and which XBox Live player has the best name (Brodie1Kanobe FTW).
At this point, I can only make one conclusion, and this conclusion is that Call of Duty alone should decide the outcome of all future wars.