I bum myself out sometimes
So I've been waiting ever so patiently for my fresh batch of pager motors and lithium batteries to arrive in the mail so I could build 10 thumb-sized robots that Zari and I will decorate and then race, when I decided to listen to music and muse, because I've been retardedly moodly lately and prone to swing into hour-long bursts of depression. And I thought I have evolved somewhat. ANYWAY, I was trying to think of projects that would take my focus off bummed-out issues, and I realized it's been several years since I made stuffed animals. And I have many friends now who I would love to give stuffed animals I made to. A dozen designed leapt into my head almost immediately, and then I saw WikiHow's Article of the Day.
And now I really, really want to do this project. Troll Goodwill stores and garage sales and find worn-the-fuck-out stuffed animals, and refurbish them, and fix them, and give them to people I love. And for some reason this idea bums me out! I don't get it!
Blah. I wanna make mix CDs for people but that never ends well. And every time I try to draw I end up stabbing myself in the face with my pencil out of frustration, and for some reason writing just isn't coming naturally. Is it time for video games? I think it's time for video games. Possibly naked video games.
And now I really, really want to do this project. Troll Goodwill stores and garage sales and find worn-the-fuck-out stuffed animals, and refurbish them, and fix them, and give them to people I love. And for some reason this idea bums me out! I don't get it!
Blah. I wanna make mix CDs for people but that never ends well. And every time I try to draw I end up stabbing myself in the face with my pencil out of frustration, and for some reason writing just isn't coming naturally. Is it time for video games? I think it's time for video games. Possibly naked video games.