I'm sorry. I nuked my comment box, there had been comments in there I had been meaning to reply to for a long time, eventually I forgot about them. They became irrelevant so I just deleted them.
Nothing is new.
Life is bland.
Everything is the same as usual.
Uh, well, I bought the full version of FRAPS so I've been recording gameplay footage of some video games. I plan on doing a let's play of OFF with my sister. I recorded a commentary of myself playing Limbo, but my microphone sucks monkey farts. I plan on buying a better one. As soon as I get a microphone that doesn't heave major donkey butts, I will no longer have an excuse not to play EarthBound other than my desire to play it legally (via purchasing it on virtual console). Huh... Well, I kinda already don't have much of an excuse because the main reason I haven't wanted to play it is because I hadn't had any means of recording my gameplay (although most emulators come with a built-in recording thingy, they're not particularly impressive).
I guess it'll happen eventually.
My friends invited me to go to a casino with them in December. I've never been to one nor have I had any interest in ever going to one, but damn it, I've gotta get out more.
I sure hope nothing hurts my feelings while I'm there...
I'm extremely sensitive.
Ness Doll's new arms are taking a hiatus. I'm just lazy. I'm reaching the point of not caring anymore and just posting photos of him with his hideous, deformed arms.
What a shame.
I'm really sick of the way I have to get up for work at 2 am, then by the time I get home, I have enough time to eat and goof-off for what feels like a blink, then I need to go back to bed again for work the next morning.
It reminds me of being back in school. I'm so spoiled by adulthood that it slips my mind how awful being a teenager was. I guess I should be thankful I survived that.
I'm getting cranky because all I want to do is replay OFF, but I'm constantly stuck at work. And, my God, I'm only part-time. How on Earth anyone on this planet works 40 hours a week absolutely astounds me. If I ever had to work 40 hours a week, I'd may as well be dead, because at that point I'd no longer be alive anyway.