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11/25/2004: "Rumbled."
In the office today, while having a chat:
Colleague: "Have you ever written wanting to commit suicide by jumping out of a plane with a weight tied to your back, so that you couldn't see the ground coming towards you?"
IDgaf (looking perplexed): "No, I don't think I have. Though it sounds like something I might say. I have had suicide fantasies about only looking up as a I fall. Don't remember writing that though. WHy?"
Colleague: "It's something I saw on the internet. On a forum. The guy who wrote it had the same [unusual]initials as you and said they were into martial arts and games. I began to think, that sounds just like [IDgaf]."
*IDgaf is starting to get worried*
Colleague: "You're not called as.." *booming voice over church organ, waving vampiric cape* "IDGAF are you? Stands for 'I Don't Give A Fuck?"
IDgaf *fear*: "No, not me. How odd! Yes."
Colleague: "Yeah, very odd considering the initials of the writer's name matched yours and all."
Shitshitshitshitshit.
