I wasn't born in the wrong century. I was born in the wrong dimension.
I crave unplanned adventure that derrives it's primary inspiration from the genre of magical realism and provides a chance for imaginative play for all those participating.
Fucking fuck. *sigh* I'm all bored and shit, and since I haven't done anything but eat and stare at the computer all day I don't feel like sleeping.
Slow night. I haven't really got anything to do this evening and my 'Posse' such as it is is nowhere to be seen.
I figure that if nothing turns up in the next hour or so I'll go get some Icecream, watch a movie, and call it a night.
At some point in my life I'm going to go on a three month body building bender, rub myself down with oil, then rip my shirt off in a building with good acoustics and yell 'Gaze upon my luminescent pectorals!'. Then I'll go back to eating Ben and Jerry's three times a week and excercising strictly on Christmas and Easter.
In the movies if a hero is getting bored, has piling debts, or just needs something to do he can say 'It sure is quiet around here' and Ninjas tied to a major international conspiracy will break through the wall with killer British Carnie's wielding machete's in tow. There will be a confused three way battle between Hero, Ninja, and Carnie, and at the end of it the Hero will be obligated to travel to Katmandu to retrieve either an powerful artifact or a nuclear bomb in order to stop a depraved maniac who either has a hideous deformity or speaks german. At some point a female heroine will be involved. She will be reasonably capable but still need saving at least a few times. At the end of it all the Hero will mumble something like "I'm getting too old to be doing this shit two days before retirement when I promised my dead partner that I would retire from the life that killed my father and my dog." then push up a button that will blow up all sorts of shit, excepting only him, the heroine, and a lot of cash. Then it'll be status quo ante bellum.
I have this chapstick. I don't know what medicinal properties it has, because my lips are still chapped the fuck, but it tastes really good. Kind of minty, but not. It's weird. I think it was engineered with the intent of scoring the user more make outs, with the idea being that makeouts routinely lead to sexin and sexin encourages the body to heal itself naturally.
Also, I'm really jonsing to kill a dragon. It's been years since I've killed a dragon and my life has been lacking in adventure lately.
I crave unplanned adventure that derrives it's primary inspiration from the genre of magical realism and provides a chance for imaginative play for all those participating.
Fucking fuck. *sigh* I'm all bored and shit, and since I haven't done anything but eat and stare at the computer all day I don't feel like sleeping.
Slow night. I haven't really got anything to do this evening and my 'Posse' such as it is is nowhere to be seen.
I figure that if nothing turns up in the next hour or so I'll go get some Icecream, watch a movie, and call it a night.
At some point in my life I'm going to go on a three month body building bender, rub myself down with oil, then rip my shirt off in a building with good acoustics and yell 'Gaze upon my luminescent pectorals!'. Then I'll go back to eating Ben and Jerry's three times a week and excercising strictly on Christmas and Easter.
In the movies if a hero is getting bored, has piling debts, or just needs something to do he can say 'It sure is quiet around here' and Ninjas tied to a major international conspiracy will break through the wall with killer British Carnie's wielding machete's in tow. There will be a confused three way battle between Hero, Ninja, and Carnie, and at the end of it the Hero will be obligated to travel to Katmandu to retrieve either an powerful artifact or a nuclear bomb in order to stop a depraved maniac who either has a hideous deformity or speaks german. At some point a female heroine will be involved. She will be reasonably capable but still need saving at least a few times. At the end of it all the Hero will mumble something like "I'm getting too old to be doing this shit two days before retirement when I promised my dead partner that I would retire from the life that killed my father and my dog." then push up a button that will blow up all sorts of shit, excepting only him, the heroine, and a lot of cash. Then it'll be status quo ante bellum.
I have this chapstick. I don't know what medicinal properties it has, because my lips are still chapped the fuck, but it tastes really good. Kind of minty, but not. It's weird. I think it was engineered with the intent of scoring the user more make outs, with the idea being that makeouts routinely lead to sexin and sexin encourages the body to heal itself naturally.
Also, I'm really jonsing to kill a dragon. It's been years since I've killed a dragon and my life has been lacking in adventure lately.
starfior:
UO, motherfucker. UO.