Happy birthday Dreamcast! You were and always will be a sexy bitch.
I remember when you first entered my life. Being the product of parents without much money, I had to sneak away to a friend's house to see you. It was so adventurous and exciting! Almost like slipping out of the house after dark to see a lover dear mother and father didn't approve of. Or I could imagine (never experienced that).
Sonic Adventure. Soul Calibur. Power Stone!
And later much Street Fighter goodness. Jet Set Radio. Project Justice. The cheesy yet fun-as-fuck Disney Racer.
And even later discovering how to run emulators on you. Where's Waldo for NES with AJ proved to be a life-altering experience.
Dreamcast, you'll forever be reserved a spot in my entertainment center.
Jeeeeeeeezus our pet deposit for the new place is expensive, but Justin and I are looking to get a doggy anywho. With our work schedules - him leaving late/arriving home late and me leaving early/arriving home early - it's a perfect idea. The thought of a cuddly little (or big, as the case will possibly be) collie snuggling up to me while I play Soul Calibur 4 warms my cold heart. Warms it with a hot puppy tongue. Awww! Aren't I adorable!? Haha - don't answer that.
Here's the dog I am looking to get:
Try and tell me that's not the cutest, most unique collie on earth. Well, besides my Chipper-angel (RIP, my sweet). JUST TRY IT!
So, Soul Calibur 4 comes July 29th. One day after my birthday! So incredibly exciting. Best fighting game EVER it shall be. I can hardly sit still thinking of the huge tits jiggling to heaven and back as I kick ass with my girl, Sophitit...er, ahem, Sophitia. Looking forward to playing Patrick and some others online. And then playing with some friends offline. Oh, the possibilities. Are you getting it, Christina? Get the ps3 version if you have a ps3. That's what Patty and I are going to buy.
Sooooo, I'll be moving (again!) soon. Seems like it's a yearly tradition now. Since I'm tired of living alone, Justin and I will be living together once more. Seeing as how I feel we've grown VERY close and understand each other fairly well, I'm confident it will be a things of neatness. Verrrryyy neatness. As long as he keeps the common rooms clean. Hear that, Justin!? NO MORE EGGSHELLS IN THE KITCHEN! Haha. Anywho, lots of good times to be had. More than ever - I've realized he's one of the most important people I have in my life. We argue constantly. We sometimes have different values. We have opposing opinions when it comes to yelling at video games (yelling at Sophitia is not not going to make her any easier, dufus!). Yet, I love him and trust his stance in my life. There's no rockiness -- no walking on eggshells. He'll always be there for me, and me to him. Despite the cutthroat honesty we dish. I am confident in this.
Wow, the first 4 sentences in the paragraph above started with "S." SSSSSSSSS.
And the point of this entry? Well, we're probably going to have a slight house warming party. Somewhere probably around Aug 30th sounds good, but nothing is set in the cement quite yet.
While I realize I have been sort of absent from everyone's life lately (or for a few years, actually), let's change that. In case I forget to invite you personally, email me, chat me, call me, or whatever and express interest. It's not going to be crazy like my previous parties, as I'd like to not have piss stains/alcohol stains in my new place upon move-in, but it'll be fun. With lots of videos games and retardedness.
Happy birthday, my sweet little bucket of perfection. I hope the doggy afterlife is treating you like the royalty you are. I think about you every second. Your fluffyness. Your longing, passionate eyes. Your adorable snout-kisses. Oh what I'd give up to fall asleep on your tummy again. No pillow will ever compare.
I've noticed a few LJ peoples posting this, and it reminded me that I have an account here. Basically, this is like PayPal, but without the ridiculous fees. You get $25 dollars for signing up, and I get $10 for referring you. You'll also get $10 for anyone you refer - be it you setup an account. Yay, right? Plus, it's not a scam. By any means. Google it and find out. So, please, do this for lil Timmy. I'll give you a rimjob. Ok, maybe not, but I'd appreciate it!
Yay. I had a nice birthday, but got a bit too drunk. Didn't puke, thank God. Bagels + tea do an excellent job of sobering a person up. Thank you Ariel, Jason, Justin, Matt, Nathan, and Craig for the laughs. Wish Kathy, Monique, Brian, and Sara could have been there. Oh well, I'll see them all soon. And hopefully all my Houston friends as well.
Signing my full lease in Austin today, so I'll be here for at least another year (as opposed to moving back to Houston). A few people have proven this decision worth it. It'll be harder to pay off my medical debt while staying here, but...eh I dunno. I'm confused. As always.
I am moved. To a much better place. At least it seems that way so far -- the vibe is pretty keen. Thank you Patrick, Jeff, and Brian (or is it Bryan? I suck) for making the move 800 times easier. Especially Brian (Bryan?). You are the sweetest human being alive. Thank you thank you thank you thank you. My life now belongs to you. Be careful with it.
Anywho, hmm, I thought I had something important to say. Guess it wasn't too significant? Pika.
Joanna Newsom concert is coming up, which I am incredibly excited for. And I just got THE BEST EMAIL EVARRRR from a customer:
"well the problem was, once again, human error. My dyslexia kiucked in and I'd been entering the wrong zip code the whole time. poop on me.
Last night was a decent night. Today has been ok as well (besides work). Two things seemed to have drove me into a bit of peppyness. Or is it peppiness? Either one, 'cause I am pretty sure it's not even a word.
These two things I've read quite a few times. Maybe in attempt to convert them into something they're not. Or maybe just to pass the time. Regardless, your mom eats poop.
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