Feel free to blame all white spaces on my LBF [Least Best Friend] the 50 item limit.
So have you ever made a roleplay set with the assumption that the story you labored over for nearly an hour the day before was not only finished, but not absolutely shitty either, only to open up MS Word the next day to find that you must have been stoned/drunk/tired/batshit-crazy to assume that what you had was even passable for a 2nd grader? Yeah, me too.
Story will come when I finally master Hunter S. Thompson's technique.
p.s--Do I get a high five for writing the longest run-on sentence known to mankind?