Dear diary,
I've gotta stop this obsession with my computer. It's debilitating, becoming a vice of sorts. I'm so hooked it seems like my life is orbital around it. I can't pass a day without laying hands on it, even if I absolutely have no use for the dang machine. Makes me lethargic, keeps me from doing more meaningful things, a complete waste of time at the very least. Still, I can't tear myself away. It beckons so gently every morning, an irresistable warm inviting wave that laps at your feet.
Mum: Son you look so sickly! Are you taking drugs?!
Me: No ma, worse. I'm high on kilobytes!
Hmm, that didn't sound right.
And, there's this dang Sims 2 game that I can't seem to get over. Can't help it if I had Angelina Jolie, Alicia Keys and Kate Beckinsale as my neighbours. And, my pretty wife just got pregnant. Now I have to juggle between the amorous advances of hot celebrities and my nauseate and grumpy wife. To make matters worse, I have to do yoga(for whatever unknown lameass reasons) for most part of my time to improve my "body" to get a promotion. Like suppleness of your body ever matters in your job. Unless of course, you're a porn star or something.
Then there's this problem of never being satisfied with how the way my house looked, even when I built it from scratch. It's always a quest for finding a set of perfectly matching wallpaper and floor tiles, the chair that goes with the expensive maplewood dinner table. Never. This game is designed to irk the little perfectionist in you, like it's mocking you "Hey, you never get those in life, so you'd never get them here. This is a reality simulation, hello? Boo hoo hoo."
Still, this game's so much more interesting than my life right now, which probably borders between Discovery Channel's "Habits and Movement of the Hoffman's Sloth(Choloepus hoffmani)" and the novel: "The Escapades of the Limp Rag - The Carwash Journals".
My family is really boring. They have a coffee table book called 'Pictures We Took Just to Use Up the Rest of the Film.' --Penelope Lombard
I've gotta stop this obsession with my computer. It's debilitating, becoming a vice of sorts. I'm so hooked it seems like my life is orbital around it. I can't pass a day without laying hands on it, even if I absolutely have no use for the dang machine. Makes me lethargic, keeps me from doing more meaningful things, a complete waste of time at the very least. Still, I can't tear myself away. It beckons so gently every morning, an irresistable warm inviting wave that laps at your feet.
Mum: Son you look so sickly! Are you taking drugs?!
Me: No ma, worse. I'm high on kilobytes!
Hmm, that didn't sound right.
And, there's this dang Sims 2 game that I can't seem to get over. Can't help it if I had Angelina Jolie, Alicia Keys and Kate Beckinsale as my neighbours. And, my pretty wife just got pregnant. Now I have to juggle between the amorous advances of hot celebrities and my nauseate and grumpy wife. To make matters worse, I have to do yoga(for whatever unknown lameass reasons) for most part of my time to improve my "body" to get a promotion. Like suppleness of your body ever matters in your job. Unless of course, you're a porn star or something.
Then there's this problem of never being satisfied with how the way my house looked, even when I built it from scratch. It's always a quest for finding a set of perfectly matching wallpaper and floor tiles, the chair that goes with the expensive maplewood dinner table. Never. This game is designed to irk the little perfectionist in you, like it's mocking you "Hey, you never get those in life, so you'd never get them here. This is a reality simulation, hello? Boo hoo hoo."
Still, this game's so much more interesting than my life right now, which probably borders between Discovery Channel's "Habits and Movement of the Hoffman's Sloth(Choloepus hoffmani)" and the novel: "The Escapades of the Limp Rag - The Carwash Journals".
My family is really boring. They have a coffee table book called 'Pictures We Took Just to Use Up the Rest of the Film.' --Penelope Lombard
posted by sq @ 7:55 PM
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