I feel guilty.
What’s the damn point in skipping work i.e. being totally bad and irresponsible when I’m gonna feel the guilt?
I hate work but the money accounts for a lot in my life. Now that I have (semi) began working, I feel like the money is propping me up in a lot of ways.
… so FUCKING annoying when people keep taking quizzes like cibai-non-bloody-stop.
I quit Facebook.
I had a dream yesterday about my cousin sister cheating on her boyfriend with a Bangladeshi fella.I spent the entire dream sympathising with her.
Loser! Mag.
*facepalms*
I wrote a combined word-count of 13,000 over two days, yesterday and the day before.
Today I have been sitting on my lard-ass from 9am to 3.30pm, and my word count is 1,500.
I even made myself hot chocolate to bolster my writing power phwoar and had chocolate but it ain’t working! Why why why why?
Pete and I had the most amazing two days last weekend. I never enjoyed myself so much, ever. I mean, basically the two days mirrored each other in activities, but I was so upset that the weekend was over that I actually did not go to bed at all on Sunday night. But if you know me, you know I’m not built for no-sleep, so I crashed Monday and Tuesday just to pay back my sleep debt. I had the most horrendous headache and I felt like freaking throwing up.
Never mind I probably won’t be doing that anytime soon.
So what did we do on the weekend? Well, first of all we woke up fairly late – 10:30am on Saturday and I made a lovely breakfast. I call it the salmon deluxe but since I’m fairly unimaginative with my cooking, it’s obvious that I copied it from somewhere, right? Right. So it’s basically just a split toasted English muffin with scrambled eggs, sauteed mushrooms and spinach followed by some lightly seared smoked salmon. Of course the salmon is damn expensive but the breakfast place we go to charges $16 for this dish so I figured, fuck I’ll make this myself.
So …
What did we do next?
For the next 12 hours till bedtime, guess what we did?
We played a game. I mean, I just followed him around and we just kept on beating trolls and orcs and undead creatures until they dieded and we’d pick up gold and other treasures and then we sell them.
We actually don’t work that well with each other, because on many occasions I got mad at him since he kept stealing the gold and weapons. He thinks the same of me, apparently. And since we both are hoarders he kept bloody comparing the amount of gold we had. I have about 20,000 gold more than him, so the hell what? I don’t buy anything, ok, he’s such a sore loser.
We rinsed and repeated that on Sunday.
Anyways that was Champions of Norrath. The only reason why we quit playing is because the game froze and wouldn’t progress. Until we get our grubby hands on a new disc, it ain’t happening.
The last time I had so much fun playing with a guy was with my brother, playing Time Crisis. It’s a shoot ‘em up game, and I liked it because my brother always covers for me.
My favourite playtime with Marsh is when she watches me play Fatal Frame. Cause we’re both actually too chicken to go at it alone.
