The thing is: when you don't have much of a life to begin with, you really don't forfeit much and when you've got nothing left to lose, old friends that won't talk to me anymore better step off before I cast some lightning bolts on an Orc nigger.
When your life ceases to include stories that involve boobs, handcuffs or slashed tires one thing's clear: you don't get out much...and your ex is still driving a car that should've been minus a few tires by now.
Life in the gaming world is just like real life with real problems like angry birds and faggot fruit ninjas. And us gamers are right there thinking about the real issues like "Would you blow your grandpa away if he came back as a zombie?"
Let me go ahead and tell you to shut up. So what if I'm not looking for work? I'm out there in the trenches every night studying to be a 5th level elf Mage. Then everyone will accept me. They better accept me.
Let me put it to you this way: I had to find out 2nd hand that this chicks boyfriend died of an overdose. You think that's funny? Pretending to be him and sending her letters from beyond the grave. Thats funny.
There's nothing funny about preserving the memory of loved ones though. I've been saying since I was 9 that we should be putting cameras in coffins with viewer screens on headstones. Everyone should be able to check up on grandma once in a while and nothing helps children deal with family loss more than looking at the rotting face of a loved one. It doesn't cause nightmares.
--I'm truly sorry I slacked on writing this last blog, but as a token gesture, I'm putting up hella wicked shots from this week in downtown & at The Zoo. ••€
---love & kissies,
Ricky
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