Chips and Dip

My house currently smells of sage and ranch dip. Funny what all the different characters I know can bring to the table. Well. The coffee table.
Or, perhaps, the RP table.

The drama is ever ensuing as always. The continuous battles of people and their miscommunication, lack of loyalty, and pride that coils their ever bending spine.
Surely they must know that they are indeed weakening themselves with the useless, self absorbed pressure that they place upon their own shoulders. They must see this in one way or another, if not I can;t help but feel some kind of pity for them. Sympathy, no. With hands like shovels they did themselves into a pit, then soon a grave for their own esteem and honor, buried face to the ground.
Alas, off to RP and eat ranch dressing. I have not time for these petty issues.