I found out I came second place in a correspondence tournament over at Gameknot.

But remember: I am nothing but a mohawked thug who thinks with her adrenal glands. 

No skill. No intellect. No calculation. No nuance. No delayed gratification. I am absolutely nothing but some adrenaline, noradrenaline and an index finger on a mouse.

Don't mind my angry rant too much. I'm trying to be the bigger person but I'm still bitter that an ex-friend lashed out and swore at me over bullet chess. After I gave up swearing for her because it was supposedly an important part of her values not to swear.