Small Update

Eating: Enchiladas
Word of the month: Diligence
Still thinking of: Casino Royale
Thing of the day: Pop Tarts?
Playing: COD3, SVR 2007
Listening to: Tenacious D- WonderBoy

I'm still searching eBay, awaiting Gamefly's latest game and listening to my Shuffled WMP playlist. Fun. Still talking to friends and whatnot. Patiently awaiting the arrival of my 360 and Thanksgiving vacation. That's it for me right now other than a small excerpt from Breakdown.
Cheers!

I then hear the clicks and the clacks and the muffled grunts and screams. SWAT rushes head on, breaking the door down, their demeanor icy and determined. They all shout in unison, thrusting their weapons forward and tossing smoke grenades into the building. Flashes of light erupt most likely due to the flashbangs thrown into the adjacent rooms. Finally I rush towards the door entering and following the SWAT team that is checking every room in the apartment. More beads of sweat dribble down my face, perspiration forming on my fingertips. The apartment looks like the outside, dirty and disgusting beyond belief. However I sense a certain aurora here. Something that bothers me. I don’t know what it is but it’s hurting me. I stand in the small corridor of the apartment jumping over garbage bags as well as some random pieces of broken furniture. Green walls, wooden floors and the same clammy feeling as before. Yet still I head further into the apartment making sure to keep near the trained SWAT officers. Surprisingly I feel safe around the officers with their MP5’s at the ready, blood and sweat and flesh underneath their KEVLAR vests.