Guess what? It's that time of the month. No, not that time. The time where I become desperate. Really desperate. What, you didn't know that was a designated "time"? Good for you.
Guess what again.
I'm asking for points.
Now before you spit in disgust or side-eye me with contempt, or whatever creatures as soulless as me do, I've two things to say. One: I have no soul, as aforementioned, and you have better things to do than to worry about and feel contempt towards me, the soulless ctyoplasm. Go worry about Korea or something. North or South. I'll handle this.
Now that they're gone, two, for the people who actually do have souls, but are still a little skeptical about my ethics, what kind of person I am, whatever I did to deserve or need the points, if I'm likeable enough, la-di-da... I could give you some pitiful sob-story or some spiel about the karma of giving and receiving and all that good stuff but, yeah, no. Because I don't need these points, and, chances are, you'll stub your toe today because of reading this. Sorry. No, the thing is, I don't need them. I want them. I want them like an alcoholic beverage or a cigarette, right now. Really bad. And, at this point, I'm sure you can answer this question, a question that has so much relation to this topic that I just had to cite it here:
Have you ever been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?
You know the answer. Because we all have.
So now you understand me. Where I'm coming from. And what this is about. You may not (want to) sympathize with me on this, sure, but you can understand.
So, now that that's out of the way, anyone who's willing, go ahead and send them.
One day, when I'm not having Paypal difficulties and can actually buy the points myself, or when I don't have a Chromeblech(book) and can actually do something to work for the points, I'll both (try to) repay you with hard points and some art for your magnanimity.