*** 330 DAYS REMAIN ***
Oh how I wish that when I updated, my entries would be more than the typical stream of consciouness BS they always turn out to be. I kick around thoughts in my head all day and kind of wanna share, but when I get home and try to write, they all come out like this: HAMBURGERRR!!!!
I just mailed off a check for nearly a thousand dollars against my credit card balance. It feels good, but now I have to eat ramen and pastries from work for two weeks. I'll tell you this much -- I am goddamn fucking sick of marionberry turnovers. Bleeccchhh. Two for breakfast tomorrow -- I can't fucking wait.
Today, I saw a car with the most garish chrome rims that have ever existed and a spoiler which was AT LEAST the size of fucking Neptune. And I thought to myself...."Tomorrow I will go buy three pairs of underwear and maybe some socks....and I will be so happy to have them."
I've decided to give up video games -- maybe forever. They make me slow, stupid, and inarticulate. I'm tired of trying to have a conversation with someone and not being able to recall simple words like "pinnacle" or "vindication" or even "tartar sauce". I'm frustrated that I don't read. Maybe that wouldn't bother me if I knew I was a moron, but I'm not, and so it bothers me quite a bit. I'm convinced that the main reason my writing isn't more creative is becuase my brain just isn't being used. It's time to start using it.
So who wants to buy some games?
I'm selling Ikaruga for $10 -- that's a steal, folks....
Oh how I wish that when I updated, my entries would be more than the typical stream of consciouness BS they always turn out to be. I kick around thoughts in my head all day and kind of wanna share, but when I get home and try to write, they all come out like this: HAMBURGERRR!!!!
I just mailed off a check for nearly a thousand dollars against my credit card balance. It feels good, but now I have to eat ramen and pastries from work for two weeks. I'll tell you this much -- I am goddamn fucking sick of marionberry turnovers. Bleeccchhh. Two for breakfast tomorrow -- I can't fucking wait.
Today, I saw a car with the most garish chrome rims that have ever existed and a spoiler which was AT LEAST the size of fucking Neptune. And I thought to myself...."Tomorrow I will go buy three pairs of underwear and maybe some socks....and I will be so happy to have them."
I've decided to give up video games -- maybe forever. They make me slow, stupid, and inarticulate. I'm tired of trying to have a conversation with someone and not being able to recall simple words like "pinnacle" or "vindication" or even "tartar sauce". I'm frustrated that I don't read. Maybe that wouldn't bother me if I knew I was a moron, but I'm not, and so it bothers me quite a bit. I'm convinced that the main reason my writing isn't more creative is becuase my brain just isn't being used. It's time to start using it.
So who wants to buy some games?
I'm selling Ikaruga for $10 -- that's a steal, folks....
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I like games, preferably rated E or T. Whatcha got? We'd even throw in breakfast and access to our impressive librabry if you want to start reading again.
I bet you'd like Tom Robbins.
Also I got your message later than Monday evening so sorry about that. We're not ususally so lame.