Confession
Forgive me blog reader, for I have strayed.
I have located another outlet for my creative energy.
It is a veritable time sink and oh so embarrassing.
But I swore up and down I would never have anything in my life that I could not write about here, so here goes.
I have a dirty, dirty secret.
I have started playing an RPG. Yep.
A role playing game. Real-time chat-with-graphics.
I am so ashamed.
Let's see how long it lasts.
I will try not to forget you, dear bloggie.
In the comments please offer forgiveness for my transgressions.
Thank you.
posted by Some Goofy Woman @ 10:11 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
that which does not make you hang lifeless in mid air, with your eyes glazed over , limbs hanging affectively at your side as if the back of your nerve column at the base of your skull was cut with a straight razor..
.... can only make us stronger.
nietzshe is pietzsche
Explain what this is and maybe I'll think of forgiving you.
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you mean like wearing a cape and pretending to be a wizard or dressing like a school gurl? I do that sort of thing all the time.
Turner -
My usual response... huh?
Winter -
You don't want to know.
Ros - (deleted)
There is a reason I didn't put the name of the game... Sheesh.
Coot -
Then join me! We can hunt down unsuspecting prey while we traverse terrain for terrible titles. I don't know what that means, either.
"that which does not kill us, only makes us stronger."
its a joke about the game. i think I know which one + and when people go to meatspace (where this blog sort of lives ) their characters sort of die right in front of you. i was trying to imagine what it would look like. actually I think I've seen that once. at any rate.
Actually, my evil identical twin brother named "skippy" posted that comment. You can't see him. He's invisible.
To Mrs. Amber Dalton,
Traverse terrain to pick up terrible titles! Thats just .. what. ok. cool.
But. If you kill this blog I will
cry. I promise.
It is never wise to make someone who has a gothic black tear tattoo permanently below their right eye to make them - actually cry. Trust me on this point. I've done it only once and regretted it for the rest of my life.
=/
Keep Posting!
Its not dead. Not yet anyway.
This blog started with the birth of a child. It will not die so easily.
Mine, on the other hand, started out with a letter to a university dom. And ended with pure colorlessness.
She is so special in this world.
I am glad she is here.
And I am .. way over there.
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