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How I'm Spending Time Jul. 24th, 2010 @ 11:31 am
I have a handful of new(for him) and really exciting games i've been dying to play forever, and what do I find myself playing at 2:30 in the morning when I get home?

Lego Batman..


s'like fucking crack or something.

DotX3 Jul. 21st, 2010 @ 10:08 pm
So we were trying to raise some money by selling games. I gathered up about a third of my this and last gen collection. All the stuff I've beaten, was very "meh" on or for various reasons will not miss short of a few I tossed in just for the money. And we cart this less than unimpressive collection down to one of our local GameStops.

This is in actuality a story about how I got Red Dead Redemption, Marvel: Ultimate Alliance 2 and Final Fantasy XIII... sadly.

See here's the thing (there's always a thing) They offered us, without the card and the various deals they had for selling going on at that moment; 86 dollas cash. A shockingly impressive amount if you've ever sold anything, and a sign to just how many old games I sold. Problem is thus, the amount with the membership card and all the deals and alls... 180 dollars credit.

So uh... you can see how we ended up with more games instead of... food.

Don't judge me until you have to decide whether or not to pass up more money than you'd get...

To be fair, RDR and FFXIII are freking awesome! Haven't really played UA2 yet, but it's got Gambit and Deadpool...

DOT DOT DOT. The end.

Proof, Even. Jul. 21st, 2010 @ 08:59 pm
In trying to be less ded and lazy even I shall post photographies of a mural I did on my friend's bedroom wall. Ok, it's in progress shit because they couldn't be bothered to take photos of the finished product, even these many weeks later.

Damn stoners.

My, these are bigger than I expected! Where's that LJ-cut feature...

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So hopefully I'll get finished photos soon and I can make those of you who bothered to click and look at my crap glad you're no longer on dialup! Yay for me! I think! Probably not!!

Truth. Jul. 20th, 2010 @ 04:34 pm
I aint-ent ded yet. Just so, so lazy.

And hungry. But that is irrelevant to this situation.

On Percieved Futility Mar. 9th, 2010 @ 11:39 pm

I am maybe the second to last place I want to be right now, but too drunk and broke to go anywhere. Depression and a bottle of brandy have led me here, and you want to know the worst part? Aside from the fact that I'm not anywhere near drink enough if I'm typing this legibly on a iPod Touch? At home, sitting on my own balcony. The balcony of an apartment too preoccupied with their own shit. I hate to be so dramatic at any point in my life but I really hate my life and I wouldn't know what to say if the opportunity came up anyway.

I don't mean to make this vauge. The missus is in the hospital, she's the only one with a job and she's in danger of losing it and I'm so stressed out Im sitting on the balcony alone, drunk, because for the first time in my life i felt I needed to be. And it's not doing a damn bit of good.

But at least the people inside were having fun...

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On Being Seperated At Birth Feb. 23rd, 2010 @ 08:23 pm

I noticed while being forced to watch an episode of Ru Paul's Drag Race that Ru Paul out of drag in a button up shirt and tie looks exactly like MC Frontalot. I don't know what to think of that bit I am quite amused. Were I inclined and not a lazy bastard I'd find pictures, but you fuckers know how to work Google, think of it as something to do if you're so bored that you're reading my journal.

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On Bucket Lists Feb. 17th, 2010 @ 12:41 pm

I really want to make a list of terms that sound like fucked up sexual acts but really aren't, and I'm gonna start it with "Pineapple Ice Cube"

P.S. Whatever you do in this life, do not, under any circumstances google "Alabama hot pocket". Just... No!

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On Mornings After Feb. 14th, 2010 @ 03:24 am

So there I am; lying in bed at three thirty in the morning. The missus is passed out drunk next to me, I can't sleep because I'm both not very tired and I just found out I get dizzy when I lie down. I smell like smoke, I've been yelled at by no less than two drunk and horny women who are mad at me for shit other people did. I'm seriously unpleasantly broke and this is the first year I've never gotten a card on.

Oh, and my knee hurts like he'll from when I was tackled on the balcony after keeping someone from falling off.

Happy birthday to me...

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On Pent Up Frustrations Jan. 29th, 2010 @ 12:39 am
I have managed to end the day pissed at both of the women in my life. Meigh managed to do so by not only refusing to do the only thing around the house asked of her but managed to make the whole thing my fault for even asking. My cousin/friend/roomate managed to do so by blatently suggesting that, while she went out and lived life and joined the marines and had adventures I rather spectacularly wasted the last five years of my life taking care of my mother if the last five years of hers. And that the whole thing was a choice of mine to make with any other possible outcome. Now to be fair this did come about because I apparently and inadvertintly pushed one of her hot buttons. Not since her reaction was to turn around and find a hot button I did not even know I had here I sit rather annoyed at her for only the second time in my life.

On the up side this is being typed, rather slowly, on my newly recovered iPod Touch, missing since last April. So, the week does have some high notes. I guess.

What It Do Jan. 23rd, 2010 @ 12:38 am
I'm sitting on the floor inside the doorway to my bedroom in the dark because I just got kicked out of the living room and I'm not tired enough to go to sleep. I'm using the laptop of the Missus because the computer is fuxx0red and I'm looking forward to going to class buttfuck early in the morning. But I'm not gonna graduate this semester like I'd hoped, even though I only need 4 more classes. Because one is not available in the spring and one is at the same time as another, in the same building, next room over, taught by the same professor.

It's grand to be me.

On the upside my art is getting better and I don't actually hate my life that much.
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