i think im officially moving over to http://shortrocksquared.blogspot.com/ i have very few friends who still post here... ill keep checking from time to time.
homework. in need of music. cannot find library file. investigation. green light quietly glowing. unresponsive. attempt resuscitation. unresponsive. acknowledge loss. ruminate on the good times. celebrating life. mourning loss...
so the apocalypse came. holed up in the backyard with some neighbors foraging for food. hooray for self-sustaining people and their gardens.
the night before i was being harassed by the mafia so i would join. it was kinda like burn notice. they were making my life difficult so i would come join them. i dont take threats kindly.
woke up preparing for a zombie apocalypse this morning. walked out the front door to see other people gearing up, strapping on ammo belts, being suspicious of neighbors. the 'hood looked familiar, but it wasnt mine.
better than yesterday when teeth were falling out.
maybe ive grown out of it. maybe im just tired of getting outplayed. maybe i just miss my last character too much to move on. i never liked chess. checkers was more my game. bleh. why play a gun bunny when i can just go to the range and unload? i dont really want to be done with all this... but i feel like im losing interest.