Come back to me, it's almost easy
That last post, it was all "this has happened." It didn't have any feeling to it. This post is different. For this post, I am little drunk.
I bought cake today, and I remembered this on the way home from the pub. My joyous exclamation of I HAVE CAKE to no-one in particular startled a middle-aged woman. She gave me an odd look. On twitter I said bystanders, even though it was only one person, because on twitter I am being more dramatic. Ignore my tweets, for they are mostly lies.*
I was taking a massive dump earlier - and it's cool, I can talk about this for I am man and thus it is assumed that from time to time I take massive dumps - and my back clicked into place. I hadn't noticed it was out of place until then, but a wave of confused relief flooded me. I felt like it really had to be a metaphor for something, but I don't know what.
On Monday James is genning characters for his Changeling game. I am looking forward to this so much. Not to put any pressure on you, James, but I'm expecting this to be the best game ever. Anything less shall be a betrayal and we will no longer be on speaking terms.
(I'd like to apologise if there are any spelling errors in this post, but I can't see most of what I'm typing because my computer is so beyond fucked.)
Webcomic favourites come and go. XKCD and Questionable Content are examples of those that went. Nedroid and Pictures For Sad Children are examples of those that came. The only ones I think I have never fallen out of love with are A Softer World and Dinosaur Comics. I mean, there are some that I've always liked, such as SMBC and OotS, but I would marry A Softer World if it let me. Which it wouldn't, because that's far too traditional for it. It'd rather do me in a back alley somewhere - hurried, before the zombies got there. I wish XKCD would stop trying to either include or exclude everyone and go back to being scared of Velociraptors.
Okay, my typing is buggered. It takes me like five minutes on each word and even then I can't tell if I did it right. Right, not write. Damn you alcohol, you make everything so hard.
I don't think I've got anything new to say on the subject of girls at the moment but, um, I still like them? Maybe the should start liking me a little in return? It's only fair, ladies.
Sleep now, I think. Try not to dream about work. Some sort of takeaway tomorrow evening, I think, because I will for certain have earned it.
Goodnight.
*this is a lie. Now you don't know what to believe.
I bought cake today, and I remembered this on the way home from the pub. My joyous exclamation of I HAVE CAKE to no-one in particular startled a middle-aged woman. She gave me an odd look. On twitter I said bystanders, even though it was only one person, because on twitter I am being more dramatic. Ignore my tweets, for they are mostly lies.*
I was taking a massive dump earlier - and it's cool, I can talk about this for I am man and thus it is assumed that from time to time I take massive dumps - and my back clicked into place. I hadn't noticed it was out of place until then, but a wave of confused relief flooded me. I felt like it really had to be a metaphor for something, but I don't know what.
On Monday James is genning characters for his Changeling game. I am looking forward to this so much. Not to put any pressure on you, James, but I'm expecting this to be the best game ever. Anything less shall be a betrayal and we will no longer be on speaking terms.
(I'd like to apologise if there are any spelling errors in this post, but I can't see most of what I'm typing because my computer is so beyond fucked.)
Webcomic favourites come and go. XKCD and Questionable Content are examples of those that went. Nedroid and Pictures For Sad Children are examples of those that came. The only ones I think I have never fallen out of love with are A Softer World and Dinosaur Comics. I mean, there are some that I've always liked, such as SMBC and OotS, but I would marry A Softer World if it let me. Which it wouldn't, because that's far too traditional for it. It'd rather do me in a back alley somewhere - hurried, before the zombies got there. I wish XKCD would stop trying to either include or exclude everyone and go back to being scared of Velociraptors.
Okay, my typing is buggered. It takes me like five minutes on each word and even then I can't tell if I did it right. Right, not write. Damn you alcohol, you make everything so hard.
I don't think I've got anything new to say on the subject of girls at the moment but, um, I still like them? Maybe the should start liking me a little in return? It's only fair, ladies.
Sleep now, I think. Try not to dream about work. Some sort of takeaway tomorrow evening, I think, because I will for certain have earned it.
Goodnight.
*this is a lie. Now you don't know what to believe.