‘Cause that’s exactly what I wanna do every time I look at it. I don’t need porn anymore. This shit is sex-ay.
Of course I designed it myself. Took me long enough, since I’m still toiling with the Guildhall’s entrance requirements and the time I have left for stuff like this is very limited (i started working on it months ago). But the wait paid off. DS really outdid himelf with the programming, and it came out as close to the prototype as it could be. Kudos to my man. He’s awesome like that.
I feel like I have a new house. A sexy new house where you just wanna fuck in every corner.
Of course this is a work in progress so if you see any weird stuff or shit that’s out of place or links that don’t work, let me know ASAP and I’ll bug DS about it (I am alergic to two things in this life: Aspirin and PROGRAMMING.)
As for what’s going on in my life: Well, the time to take flight and leave Puerto Freako is getting uncomfortably closer, and I’m getting freaked out since I haven’t completed even half of the entrance process to the Guildhall. The hardest part, which is the hand drawn portfolio, is almost done at least. After that, it’s just annoying paperwork. And painful weeks of waiting and shitting myself over the coveted admission letter. I’m very optimistic about it, so I shouldn’t be such a fucking wreck, but I can’t help it. It’s like applying for college for the first time, all over again. Except that now I’m older, wiser and not thinking that my nightly wet dreams with boys was just a "passing thing".
You know what’s even freakier? Lucifer, lord of all that is evil, corrupt and tainted (dad) hasn’t said SHIT about this whole thing. If you’ve been reading me long enough you should know that he is the sole reason my older brother remains fearful of slashing away his umbilical cord and moving away to the states, securing a better job, better pay, better benefits and an altogether better lifestyle, according to his preparation and experience. Lucifer’s method of brainwashing is something the scientologists would be proud of. They would likely enroll him to do the dirty work in their Sea Org prison facility. It’s unnerving, because I keep thinking that probably right before I make the jump to Texas (or maybe on the same day) he might just explode, open one of his thousand mouths, and sing his dark gospel of misery, pain, suffering, blood, tears and undivided damnation, or as he’d call it, "life without being codependent to daddy".
Or maybe I’m just being a huge fucking drama queen (as usual) and he has already accepted the fact that my decisions can’t be fucked with and he need to shut tha fuck up and leave me the fuck alone (click the link, you won’t regret it.)
Mom, well, she is sad but accepts the fact that I’m leaving to pursue a dream. But I fear for her health. She is taking care of not one, but two of my nephews and every time I see her I notice how they suck the life out of her, especially the youngest one. He’s like a tiny wrecking ball, and by now you can tell that he is gonna be one hell of a problem child when he grows older. I mean I’ve seen difficult kids, but this little dude is not even two and is already going through his "terrible" phase. It pisses me off how mom just subjects herself to the stress and the pain that raising my nephews entails (one’s hyperactive, the other one, though older, demands attention like a true diva ALL THE TIME -hey, it runs in the family). But she does it because she loves them and she doesn’t have the heart to tell my sister to git yo’ass to a fuckin’ daycare, even though it’s obvious that they’re slowly sapping the lifeforce out of her. On the other hand, daycares in PR are not only expensive as hell, but rather shitty and unsanitary (the horror stories from my coworkers could make for interesting campfire tales). Since I get to see mom on a weekly basis now, seeing her wither like that in less than a decade is very shocking, and sad…
But enough fucking downers. This thread is about celebration. New stuff! new beginnings! new adventures! new… VICES!
Oh yeah, I bought Brawl.
That game is like crack. I wanna powder it up in a blender and snort the shit out of it and then liquify it and inject it in the fat vein that runs through my dick. That’s how good this game is. Even though it’s online aspect is a huge kick in the nuts for someone used to the stability and functionality of something like Xbox live. But like DS says (and he annoyingly reminds me every goddamn minute. Arrrgh!), you get what you pay for.
Seriously, Nintendo. Get your goddamn shit straight. You already have a winner in your hands (the motherfucking Wii). Don’t fuck it up.
The PSP follows a close second, with Final Fantasy Tactics and Monster Hunter 2 fighting for play time. Sadly, the portfolio is in the way, so it’s been kind of gathering dust lately. Oh, fuckin’ gigantic dragons, how I long for thee…
As for work, I haven’t said anything official to my coworkers or my boss yet, but I might have to do it earlier than expected, seeing as some of them lurk my blog on occasion. Or maybe they already know and are silently waiting for me to make the announcement and then answer in a mocking deadpan tone: "oh that? honey we already know. your replacement will be here in a week for you to train him".
Either way I’ve gotten to the point where just thinking of working makes me tired and whiny. Something tells me that before i go, I’m gonna be bombarded with a gigantic load of work and bullshit. But I’ll take it like a man. I owe that company a lot, it wouldn’t even cross my head to burn bridges, especially on such a growing leviathan.
I wonder who they’ll pick to replace me. I hope it’s another fag. Lord knows that section needs a higher dose of sass and fabulousness.
I also have a LOT of shit to sell. Starting with my old, lovely Explorer, who has been beside me through basically every step of my adult life and lived to tell about it. It’s gonna be sad to let her go, but I need to move on, and so does she. *tear*
Also, a shitload of DVD’s, games and comic books need to find a new home. If anyone cares I could probably make up a list and post it here, in case you wanna partake in our little garage sale. EVERYTHING MUST GO.
Including us.
This time I won’t make the empty promise that I’ll update more often, since I did it the last time I remodeled my blog and look how that turned out. I’ll have more time once I finish with the Guildhall business, so I guess I’ll make it up to you then.
In the meantime, keep oogling at my gorgeous new blog.
And touching yourself.
Can I watch?
OMG the header is broken!!!! Ill fix it later!
by DarK SouL March 18th, 2008 at 12:48 pmYOU FIX IT NAO!
by Kaiser March 18th, 2008 at 1:02 pm