I'm sick. I've got something unpleasant going on with my inside parts. Going to class this morning was ridiculous. Campus was windy. There was no traction. Somebody had sculpted the bust of a horse in the snow.
Then, wobbly as hell, I decided to drive to Electronics Boutique to get my copy of Resident Evil 4. There was much staggering and slackness of the jaw, but I got it. Johan was very right: videogames are my crack. That's clear to me now. But what else could I do with my time, sick as I am? Read?!? I laugh and spit at you! No. I must kill the demented villagers. I am a pretty American man!
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As I was in the midst of selecting your blog on my favourites, I thought, "I wonder how Claire is feeling" and had quite the giggle when I was greeted with "WE'RE ALL GOING TO BURN IN HELL."
Oh, who am I kidding? Kimikos don't giggle. They heehaw like an overweight donkey in heat.
I think I have the heehawing patented, and protected with 3 miles of electric fence and 47 half-starved hormone-inflated dobermans, thank you. Nobody heehaws like Marian.
And I want resident evil sooooo badly! But it's like $100, almost, with tax, right? But I mean, is it really necessary for me to eat during the month of february? All I'm hungry for are pixellated zombie gibbets.
It's not that much. It's about $70.
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