Dearest Journalman,
I know I say this a lot, but:
a) We should hang out more often. You're witty and charming and you never talk back without permission. All in all, you're wonderful.
and b) This font rocks my socks.
Regardless, I come to you with a little problem. No, it's nothing so salacious as crack addiction or raging alcoholism. I would never! Instead, it is about my sad addiction to video game addiction.
Yes, I have reached all new lows when it comes to my uncontrollable urges to play games set in fantasy worlds where I can pretend to me anything from a playboy prince to a white bear with a pom-pom on my head. Sometimes, when the mood strikes, I even bring these characters that I so lovingly spend my free time with into the bedroom, much to the chagrin of my lover. It is only when I insist on calling him Zelda that he truly objects. Whatever, he's prejudiced against the letter Z.
In the past six months, I can't even imagine how much of my income has been funneled into purchasing video games and video game paraphernalia. It even reached a point briefly where I was taking my Nintendo DS with me into the bathroom in lieu of reading one of those silly bathroom readers and/or simply doing my business without accessories like normal people.
Ok, this topic bores me now. I had initially opened up Blogger simply to aide in my distraction from work. Anything to avoid being here in thought, since I can't do much about being here physically. I hate when I have no point and then I try to write something anyway and a point does not develop itself. How disappointing.
In other news, my sweet, wonderful man-lover John Barleycorn bought me a Wii this past weekend. By other news, I apparently meant the news I was previously talking about before I got bored with this entry. I have only played the Wii a little bit so far, but it is promising in the fun department. Link rides around on a pony and dishes out hurt to neighboring plants via a wooden sword that he swings when I stupidly shake the wiimote back and forth. I am looking forward to delving into the whole sports thing, but I must say, I'm more intrigued by puzzles and Zelda.
Oh Journalman. Think of me in my absence.
Love,
Henry A. Tilney
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
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All of this is true. Once I had to have a private conversation with two ugly bitches and I asked Mr. Tilney to step outside. He sat on the toilet and played Nintendo DS. He wasn't crapping, no, nothing of the sort. But his pants were down around him ankles and he was sitting there with the DS in his lap.
But I can't judge. I keep a fifth of whiskey underneath the bathroom sink.
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