*headdesk*
So, I log into Facebook, and I have a message. I usually find a bit of trepidation in this, as the only people who message me on FB are A) The Ex-girlfriend who broke my heart, and B) People from High School I haven't spoken to in 8-9 years. And lo and behold this gem:
Hey I haven't talked to you since high school, but I noticed that your profile says your a video game designer and my wifes little sister wants to do that as well. What college did you go to? And advice for her?(sic)
No, I am not a Video Game Designer. My profile does include Game Designer, but that's because I design Tabletop RPGs and CCGs and everything else that makes Leah think of nuclear launch codes. And while I appreciate you asking my advice for helping out a chick who's into gaming (Force knows we need more of them), you're asking the wrong guy. Also, you were a douche bag to me like 60% of the time we were in the vicinity of each other in High School. She should go to the Art Institute they rock.
Sincerely,
The Sarcastic reply Jason DIDN'T send because his wife wants him to behave.
Geez, some people's kids.
Hey I haven't talked to you since high school, but I noticed that your profile says your a video game designer and my wifes little sister wants to do that as well. What college did you go to? And advice for her?(sic)
No, I am not a Video Game Designer. My profile does include Game Designer, but that's because I design Tabletop RPGs and CCGs and everything else that makes Leah think of nuclear launch codes. And while I appreciate you asking my advice for helping out a chick who's into gaming (Force knows we need more of them), you're asking the wrong guy. Also, you were a douche bag to me like 60% of the time we were in the vicinity of each other in High School. She should go to the Art Institute they rock.
Sincerely,
The Sarcastic reply Jason DIDN'T send because his wife wants him to behave.
Geez, some people's kids.