It's been a busy weekend (if you count Sunday and Monday as your weekend, because those are the conseuctive days you happened to get off from work this week) but I doubt rambling about it would interest any oif you all.
I mean, I can't really talk about the stray dog we took in Sunday evening. Next thing you know, I'd be posting dog pictures and listing all the reasons I decided to call him Rygel, and mushy crap like that. I can't talk about my sister moving out, because I'm not all sad and depressed about it. I'm happy for her. I'm even feeling better about my looser retail dayjob, now that I know I'll be leaving it soon, and my attitude has been more positive than it has in years since I started sleeping upstairs in my sister's old room, right across the hall from the bathroom. What kind of a gay-ass, lame, suxx0rz read would that make for all you awesome Suicide Girls and Boys out in Suicideland?
And last night in the chat, we all saw how deep the shit gets when the topic of video games are mentioned. *shudder* I mean, I'm a gamer geek and all, but I wouldn't wish the tedious details of my obsession on any of you. Hot, sexy SGs were going "well, I don't play games lol," and "I don't know anything about games," and it didn't even slow us down! By 1am, it was all males, full of testosterone, but not a single sexual meme crossed the screen, other than "Aries is hot."
I mean, this isn't fucking livejournal! I have a responsibility to pull my own weight within this community by adding to the angst and morbidity. And since the fucking banners page won't load, I guess we can rule out graphics as a foulness vector.
(Though by complaining about it, I guess I've spewed forth a tiny cloud of both frustration and rebellion. Too bad it's directed towards the people that can cancel my account and keep my money if I piss them off too much... Although I'm sure you are as even-handed and benevolent as you are dangerous, Mr. Suicide, Sir.
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Hmmm... maybe later, I'll just make up some dark, moody shit and claim it's how my day went. I'll need to read a good cross-sampling of journal entries first, though. After all, I'd look like some kinda damn fool if my hangover took too long to wear off, or I misused the word miasma in a sentance.
I mean, I can't really talk about the stray dog we took in Sunday evening. Next thing you know, I'd be posting dog pictures and listing all the reasons I decided to call him Rygel, and mushy crap like that. I can't talk about my sister moving out, because I'm not all sad and depressed about it. I'm happy for her. I'm even feeling better about my looser retail dayjob, now that I know I'll be leaving it soon, and my attitude has been more positive than it has in years since I started sleeping upstairs in my sister's old room, right across the hall from the bathroom. What kind of a gay-ass, lame, suxx0rz read would that make for all you awesome Suicide Girls and Boys out in Suicideland?
And last night in the chat, we all saw how deep the shit gets when the topic of video games are mentioned. *shudder* I mean, I'm a gamer geek and all, but I wouldn't wish the tedious details of my obsession on any of you. Hot, sexy SGs were going "well, I don't play games lol," and "I don't know anything about games," and it didn't even slow us down! By 1am, it was all males, full of testosterone, but not a single sexual meme crossed the screen, other than "Aries is hot."
I mean, this isn't fucking livejournal! I have a responsibility to pull my own weight within this community by adding to the angst and morbidity. And since the fucking banners page won't load, I guess we can rule out graphics as a foulness vector.
(Though by complaining about it, I guess I've spewed forth a tiny cloud of both frustration and rebellion. Too bad it's directed towards the people that can cancel my account and keep my money if I piss them off too much... Although I'm sure you are as even-handed and benevolent as you are dangerous, Mr. Suicide, Sir.
)
Hmmm... maybe later, I'll just make up some dark, moody shit and claim it's how my day went. I'll need to read a good cross-sampling of journal entries first, though. After all, I'd look like some kinda damn fool if my hangover took too long to wear off, or I misused the word miasma in a sentance.
porcelainheart:
i shouldn't have left so early. i could have blown you away with my vast knowledge of the nintendo virtual boy.
horror_head:
^the original NES will always be the best. I mean, Megaman was born on the famicom! The VB was ok, but it only had like 22 games and was a pain the neck to play. ha 