Ain’t it weird how something that looks shit, sounds shit, makes you look like a gimpshit, and basically when you think about it is pretty fucking shit… is like the most addictive deal ever? Cus it’s some simple you keep thinking you can do better the next time. This is like a really rubbish simple game that someone sneaks into work and it becomes the attention of your entire day. Except I’m not at work, I’m surrounded with entertainment; films, tv, the freakin internet, a ton of muuuuch more advanced and better games to the point where it’s actually laughable, and I’ve got work to be getting on with… but I’m playing THIS. And not getting paid.
…how many scene bitchass hobag girls there are (or maybe were) in world of pure shit crappy produced teen bounce douche metal, how come none of them ever came slightly close to writing a song like scenester by cage?
Whenever I’m at work I have so many thoughts that I wanna put on here, just to remember another day, but by the time I get home they are always completely gone. One thing that shocks me every time in the amount of fake tan (probably not even fake paint, probably just flatout bright orange paint) some of the guys that come in wear, and it’s definitely not just the gay guys.
Anyone that doesn’t watch It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia is seriously missing out.
I can’t actually be bothered to write this now actually.. I’ll think tomorrow.
yeah starting a sentence like that means instantly dismissal but it’s actually not ‘about’ having a beaut of a hangover when you haven’t started drinking yet and the past few night you’ve done nothing but… nothing.
I also really want the time and motivation to use them every day. Oh and the money to own them in the first place. And the lack of a semi-addiction so that I can use them properly and not break them whenever something worth using them at is taking place. I also wish that it didn’t require you missing out on the fun.