Ran my $150 earbuds through the laundry, apparently.
They still work.
Jesus… That scared the shit out of me…
I’ve been playing video games since I can remember. I grew up on my father’s Atari 2600 and his Commodore 64. Then I got a Sega Genesis and an N64.
I’ve played so many games over the years, and I’ve felt as though I was unaccepted by society throughout most of that time, because I played games.
Hell, occasionally I still feel that way. The difference between then and now is that I now don’t blame others for my being unaccepted. It’s my fault, because I haven’t taken the time to get out and BE ACCEPTED.
I used to feel exactly as those complaining about “gamergate” do now. But I grew up fast, and now, I pity those kids. They don’t understand the world. The world isn’t putting up with your misogynist shit anymore (yes, I am saying that I used to be fairly misogynistic) and to cling to that, because it’s the only way you know how to be, is childish. It shows that you don’t want to learn and evolve. It shows that you actually don’t want to be accepted and understood, and, instead, it shows that all you want is to stay in your precious little bubble and play victim over and over, whilst bullying others who “don’t get” you.
I am not a “gamer”. Not anymore. I am an adult who sees how my words and action have real meaning and effect on those around me, and I do my best to make sure that I am not a problem for those around me.
So exhausted from this weekend that I went to bed at 10. Woke up for no reason, but now I’m not really tired.
If I ever met a cute girl at Sheetz at 1am and we started talking, I’d probably marry her.
I’m awake too goddamn early. I won’t be going back to sleep.
Can’t complain about this going in on my time off to put the order away and organize the cooler/freezer anymore.
Boss just saud he’s paying me $15/hr under the table for doing it.
It’s at least an hour a day twice a week.
That’s gas for two weeks haha.
I’m home alone until Monday night and I have a date on Sunday.
But I have to work, every day until then.
dejavudelirium It’s scary though. I’m not ready to explain this to my parents yet, and them hearing it or finding out about it worries me.