y boy.

So just as I woke up, I got entangled into looking at TOP pics. Not a bad start of the day. The problem was... I was dreaming about Wrestlemania. Yes, wrestlemania... why? Because... I think... This person was asking me how I liked hockey with it being violent and all and I said I grew up watching boxing, wrestling and Ultimate Fighting Champion. And I loved RPG Dungeons and Dragons which involves a lot of slaughter. I was kind of raised in an environment where violence is cool. I, once, watched a friend slam another friend's head on a door knob and I laughed when he bled...

I once shot a friend with a pellet gun... Okay, not once. I like war games. I love war games.

What was I talking about?

You know, I haven't finished reading Hamlet. ;A;

Anywhooooo.

So I think the gist is I was into violence, and last night I pretty much dreamed of wrestling matches and most prominent was Wrestlemania... and what is Wrestlemania if not about Mr. Wrestlemania himself. I'm sure no one is getting me. LOL. I remember loving WWF back in the day and all my friends were male and all they spoke of was Austin and the Rock... and... no... Errr... Why am I talking about wrestling?

Wrestlemania. Mr. Wrestlemania! That's Heartbreak Kid.

Sevvy, why is this post about wrestling so long.

I have no idea. OTL

I just wanted to... explain why my head is singing y boy... while it's projecting a TOP slide show. OTL

So welcome to sevy's head before caffeine, with caffeine, TOP over-relished.

In italics words of y Boy

I think i'm cute.
I know i'm y.