Hello, My Name Is Maria And I Have A Problem
This is going to sound completely dorky and inmature but . . . . .
I've become completely addicted to these things called Webkinz. Heard of them? If not, they're beanie babies for the cyber age. You buy the little webkin animals, and they do look kind of like beanie babies, and they have a little tag, just like those little red TY tags, but instead of a corny limric, you get a code that you use to adopt them online at webkinz.com.
From there on in it's like The Sims, but G rated and cuties. You're adopted webkin animals have a house that they live in together, and you buy them food and furniature and give them jobs and such. And there are all kinds of cheesy ways to earn money like a daily button that declares "I love my webkinz" (hey, you get $20kinzcash and a food just for loving the damn webkin). And they have a little cell phone which works like an aim list, so you can invite your friends' virtual webkinz over to your virtual webkin house and send them presents and corny cards in the kinzpost.
It started because my mom's friend's kids have shitloads of them and she bought one each for the twins. Now the twins are still learning to read, so they need someone with them logging them in (because they can't spell their log-in info), helping read instructions, and with the little "jobs" which are fast-paced. So over break, I've been playing a lot with them. I'd earn them cash, and help them send eachother presents and things. So a coupl weeks ago, I decided I wanted a webkin of my own, "so I can email the twins from school"
. . . . that's my official story and I'm sticking to it.
Anyway. I bought myself a tiger. Her name is Fae (as in Elphaba Elphie Fabala Fae. . . . *facepalms*)
Is this really what I'm writing about?
. . . . wow I need it to be sunday! (move-back-
I've become completely addicted to these things called Webkinz. Heard of them? If not, they're beanie babies for the cyber age. You buy the little webkin animals, and they do look kind of like beanie babies, and they have a little tag, just like those little red TY tags, but instead of a corny limric, you get a code that you use to adopt them online at webkinz.com.
From there on in it's like The Sims, but G rated and cuties. You're adopted webkin animals have a house that they live in together, and you buy them food and furniature and give them jobs and such. And there are all kinds of cheesy ways to earn money like a daily button that declares "I love my webkinz" (hey, you get $20kinzcash and a food just for loving the damn webkin). And they have a little cell phone which works like an aim list, so you can invite your friends' virtual webkinz over to your virtual webkin house and send them presents and corny cards in the kinzpost.
It started because my mom's friend's kids have shitloads of them and she bought one each for the twins. Now the twins are still learning to read, so they need someone with them logging them in (because they can't spell their log-in info), helping read instructions, and with the little "jobs" which are fast-paced. So over break, I've been playing a lot with them. I'd earn them cash, and help them send eachother presents and things. So a coupl weeks ago, I decided I wanted a webkin of my own, "so I can email the twins from school"
. . . . that's my official story and I'm sticking to it.
Anyway. I bought myself a tiger. Her name is Fae (as in Elphaba Elphie Fabala Fae. . . . *facepalms*)
Is this really what I'm writing about?
. . . . wow I need it to be sunday! (move-back-