You are hereRejected... dejected... forlorn...
Rejected... dejected... forlorn...
I sat in my office rejected and forlorn this afternoon. Coxxorz had spurned my affections by confiscating both copies of Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. Snatching them right out of my hands. He broke my heart and left me alone, claiming the Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare Limited Collector's Edition as his own.
And then... and then... with my heart broken on the floor, he stepped on it... and twisted. "This copy of Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare is for Snuffy D."
His true love now apparent, I sat rejected... dejected... forlorn... giving in to hopelessness. I had no idea how far into the blackness of despair I would fall.
And I never will, as Coxxorz drove me halfway across town to pick up my pre-ordered copy of Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare two hours later.
So Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare tonight? Anyone?