Getting married to my gaming dreamboat, duchee, in October. SO...my apartment's lease is up July 14th. His house is 80% done with the Coulow makeover, still have tiling to do (ugh).
The game room is complete. I will post pics once I find the perfect gaming chair. Need a massage chair and a smaller monitor, since my current 37" LCD is going in the bedroom.
Getting married to my gaming dreamboat, duchee, in October. SO...my apartment's lease is up July 14th. His house is 80% done with the Coulow makeover, still have tiling to do (ugh).
The game room is complete. I will post pics once I find the perfect gaming chair. Need a massage chair and a smaller monitor, since my current 37" LCD is going in the bedroom.
I don't even want to talk about work. That's a really depressive topic. So, I hop on to my video games for a "mental getaway." Ever notice how much drama is on this site? No, seriously, take a step back and think about it. Cliques, cliques, cliques! There's still some good ole fashion, "that guy sucks so I don't want to play with him" and don't deny me this, I know it exsists, I am a bottom feeder 70% of the time on most popular games.
I don't even want to talk about work. That's a really depressive topic. So, I hop on to my video games for a "mental getaway." Ever notice how much drama is on this site? No, seriously, take a step back and think about it. Cliques, cliques, cliques! There's still some good ole fashion, "that guy sucks so I don't want to play with him" and don't deny me this, I know it exsists, I am a bottom feeder 70% of the time on most popular games.
EVERYONE knows (or should by now) that I'm on the P90x workout system. A lot of changes have occured. Not like puberty, with body hair, but with "other" things...
I decided to pop a few of ye olde drink down last Friday, Red Bull and Vodka. Feeling pretty good. Nothing out of the norm.
And then, I woke up Saturday.
Dear Gods, do I have appendicitis? Did someone cockstab my abdomen in my sleep? When you pray to every known God to at least fart, you know you've done something hellishly wrong.
EVERYONE knows (or should by now) that I'm on the P90x workout system. A lot of changes have occured. Not like puberty, with body hair, but with "other" things...
I decided to pop a few of ye olde drink down last Friday, Red Bull and Vodka. Feeling pretty good. Nothing out of the norm.
And then, I woke up Saturday.
Dear Gods, do I have appendicitis? Did someone cockstab my abdomen in my sleep? When you pray to every known God to at least fart, you know you've done something hellishly wrong.
