I've been playing Zelda all night, and dang, Link looks good with his shirt off. Is this the end of innocence? Me no care.
Boylens Birch Beer isn't as good at room temperature, but really fucking good at 3:00AM, so it balances out.
Class is scary when you have to talk and people look at you.
Talking on the phone for five hours at a time affects my ear. Not my hearing, but my ear. It feels all... The fact that I can feel my ear on the side of my head without touching it is proof enough, right? I mean a doctor would listen to that and nod sagely and hand me some ear bandages. Or the like.
My room is all chaotic with new stuff not put away, and laundry not put away, and stuff with no place to be put. My parents were in New York for a while and brought me back a giant Gloomy arm. Like a pillow. Arm. Thing. It's hard to explain. But it came with a lot of bags and labels and paper, for some reason. Plus, the Wii was dressed in foam and plastic, enough to build a shanty town with, and now it's everywhere the carpet used to be.
Oh well. Swig Boylens. Think about bed.
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Emily sulks. “Why don’t I get an invite to watch you play with your Wii?? Wasn’t I lovely and supportive during Shadow of the Colossus?"
I'm kind of weirded out that so many people (3) want to come over and watch me play with my Wii. Because what fun is that? For them? For me, of course, it's totally rad.
But yes, YOU TOO can observe me as I sit in a chair and waggle my wrist back in forth, and occasionally swear. More importantly, Link runs around and kills stuff!
Eee hee hee!
Yo yo yo. What you up to Satur-dizz nite-izzle?
Would you like to hang-rizzle? With C-dizzle and ma nizzle ms. Marian-hizzle at the MAC-izzle-fizzle-rizzle? Or eat some food-izzle some where chillin'-bizzle?
(I've gone too FAR! I know it! How very 2004 of me!)
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