Also Titled: Where the Fuck is FiroKurosaki?
Not dead yet. Sorry to disappoint.
I'm beginning to have epiphanies left and right. Life or my education, even my relationships...I'm realizing a lot of things that I should have realized ages ago. And while it's been a trip learning more about myself and the world around me, it's caused a lot of added anxiety that I'm struggling to deal with.
I do believe this is what the older generation calls, "growing up."
It's life - life that happens, shit that circulates around us all and the time it takes to muck around to find some sort of order. It's an immense pain in the ass. Battling this bullshit anxiety complex I have (where I'm worried about damn near EVERYTHING), is a lesson in annoyance itself. However - I haven't given in , even though the thought's crossed my mind more than once. Drop it all...EVERYTHING, and curl into a ball and wait for the Zombie Apocalypse. Then again, I hate being in one place for too long. Always gotta move. So fuck the curl-ball shit...I'm not Samus Aran - you know, the whiny version. I need to keep moving. I will keep moving. I'm sorry if this seems like complaining on my end (you've got permission to tell me to 'do something', folks
), but hell - I consider this a way to get it off my chest. Just needed to type all this out. Not much of a confession, but I feel better already.
So, besides all that, wasn't expecting to find this:
Nothing but gorgeous women inside, but I snatched it up for our local cover girl . And although tucked in the back, Sash killed it once more as usual. If either one of you girls happen to read this, gorgeous spreads in the mag; absolutely fantastic. My younger brother took a liking to Demanda, who was nothing but pure flirtation with those glasses - any chance she's an SG?
Last bit - Skyrim's consumed the better part of my life.
I've never played an Elder Scrolls game before - first-person sword/magic combat and golden horse armor toed a line of ridiculousness that I dared not venture into. They looked gorgeous - but it was one of those popular games that all the kids thought it was cool to hate on. Y'know, hipsters.
However, giving me the gorramn ability to kill a dragon by SHOUTING at it? Sign me the fuck up. The world is massive, and the interactions all seem genuine towards your character. It encourages talking to everyone; you never know who's going to give up a quest and those (all 500+ of them) are varied and entertaining. Any excuse to traverse the world is a good one, as different animals and species are are everywhere. To round out all of this is of course are the Dragons. In short - be ready. Consider these random boss battles, and keep your spells and skills up to date. They'll fry your face off in an instant, and the one I fought (with useless backup), was still damn epic. Definitely recommended.
And then there's this one. More on that next time.
Not dead yet. Sorry to disappoint.
I'm beginning to have epiphanies left and right. Life or my education, even my relationships...I'm realizing a lot of things that I should have realized ages ago. And while it's been a trip learning more about myself and the world around me, it's caused a lot of added anxiety that I'm struggling to deal with.
I do believe this is what the older generation calls, "growing up."
It's life - life that happens, shit that circulates around us all and the time it takes to muck around to find some sort of order. It's an immense pain in the ass. Battling this bullshit anxiety complex I have (where I'm worried about damn near EVERYTHING), is a lesson in annoyance itself. However - I haven't given in , even though the thought's crossed my mind more than once. Drop it all...EVERYTHING, and curl into a ball and wait for the Zombie Apocalypse. Then again, I hate being in one place for too long. Always gotta move. So fuck the curl-ball shit...I'm not Samus Aran - you know, the whiny version. I need to keep moving. I will keep moving. I'm sorry if this seems like complaining on my end (you've got permission to tell me to 'do something', folks
), but hell - I consider this a way to get it off my chest. Just needed to type all this out. Not much of a confession, but I feel better already. So, besides all that, wasn't expecting to find this:
Nothing but gorgeous women inside, but I snatched it up for our local cover girl . And although tucked in the back, Sash killed it once more as usual. If either one of you girls happen to read this, gorgeous spreads in the mag; absolutely fantastic. My younger brother took a liking to Demanda, who was nothing but pure flirtation with those glasses - any chance she's an SG?
Last bit - Skyrim's consumed the better part of my life.
I've never played an Elder Scrolls game before - first-person sword/magic combat and golden horse armor toed a line of ridiculousness that I dared not venture into. They looked gorgeous - but it was one of those popular games that all the kids thought it was cool to hate on. Y'know, hipsters.
However, giving me the gorramn ability to kill a dragon by SHOUTING at it? Sign me the fuck up. The world is massive, and the interactions all seem genuine towards your character. It encourages talking to everyone; you never know who's going to give up a quest and those (all 500+ of them) are varied and entertaining. Any excuse to traverse the world is a good one, as different animals and species are are everywhere. To round out all of this is of course are the Dragons. In short - be ready. Consider these random boss battles, and keep your spells and skills up to date. They'll fry your face off in an instant, and the one I fought (with useless backup), was still damn epic. Definitely recommended.
And then there's this one. More on that next time.
myzaree:
I know! it sucks!
slinkydog:
I have been lost in Skyrim for 200+ hrs and counting!!