"Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction."
I used to live quite literally down the street from a store that made neon signs and there were few things I wanted more than to step into that shop and have one of my own for my bedroom.
Now that place is gone and all I’ve got is the childhood memories …
And my goddamn Hamburgler toys.
That eternal struggle to try and be as productive and lazy as I can possibly be. I’ll probably spend the rest of life searching for that sweet spot in the middle.
So, I’ve come to the conclusion that either everyone in the state of Florida has decided to duck and avoid me via the world of text messaging or I did something to offend them all in one fell swoop.
I’m gonna lean towards the latter. Probably has to do with me starting Mario without anyone else in close proximity.
I can’t hear this song without wanting to dig up this game and play through it again in it’s ENTIRETY.
My night has consisted of the following
- Helping my cousin e-flirt with a crush. My advice was to buy the girl a tamagotchi and to await her arrival in the adult AOL chat rooms. He looked bewildered.
- Obscene amounts of snacking.
- Constantly refreshing Tumblr, Twitter, and any other social media websites I frequent.
DON’T WANNA SLEEP EARLY
GONNA PLAY SOME WIND WAKER
Movin’ on Up
Rollin’ around at my job today and upon leaving I see this mountain-like corner of the store covered in clearanced items. A home for all the misfits toys, tools, and various clothing. Amongst the clutter sat a tower of these sweet little beauts, looking like an unfinished game of Expensive Jenga.
Come to find out they were $22.50 a piece, which was already tingling my monetary fancy, but then the gods descended from above, breakdancing in furious motion, as they revealed the actual prices were HALF of the tag.
Needless to say, I bought three of them.
In case you’re wondering why I’d buy motion controllers when I don’t own a game that uses them … the answer is:
Johann Sebastian Joust