But I can't decide whether to be sad or to say I told you so about meeting those comic makers and displaying our social skillz.
And though I suppose I'm happy about the Gimp not actually having a girlfriend, the person who seemed to be for a while apparently says things that should make me happy but make me even more sad.
And I'm having trouble deciding between telling you to shut the hell up, or comforting you to lull you into a false sense of security before I tell you to shut the hell up.
