I'll make it short

It's late, and I have a lot of pictures to sort through before I make a "real" post in so much as anything is capable of possessing a reality of existence on this sub-ether called the internet...can you tell that it's late and that I'm really quite incoherently rambling and rambling like a ranting lunatic whose grasp upon the very tomatoes of reality are so slippery he's about to slide right down the slope? No? Neither could I. Anyways, I think the point I am trying to make here is that I have fifty gmail invitations (called "invites" by all those hip youngsters). *Fifty*.
Fifty.
Fifty. How did this happen? Fifty is a number that when applied to the concept of Gmail invitations becomes incomprehensibly enormous. Colossal, a number as to describe in with itself a juggernaut. *rambling again* So, if you want gmail, or even if you don't want it, even if I don't know you, even if you are my arch-fiend nemesis, send me a message at
eagle8635@gmail.com and I'll hook you up.