Nothing, Really

Oh hey. I found tumblr again.

If you need me, I'll just be in two different realities at once. In other words, I'll be playing SWTOR while my friend plays Skyrim and me wishing I had my xbox with me to play Skyrim again because she's playing it and it makes me want to play it and I'll probably be biting my tongue so I'm not a back seat gamer which hopefully SWTOR will distract me from that.

Valentines Day. The day that it is all in my face that there are happy couples in the world and I still don't have a lady in my life and I basically hide away from the world as best I can until it passes and I can go on with life again. Here's to you, laundry basket full of clothes and SWTOR that shall keep me entertained.

Just imagine being passive aggressive and non-confrontational but also at the same time having a really short fuse and being easily annoyed. That's an implosion waiting to happen. Yup. Death by implosion.

"I'm a good cook! Surely I can make grilled cheese just fine while my laptop is in the kitchen to distract me" said me never again after partially burning said grilled cheese just moments earlier.

More Oloolma/Sefil headcanon? I'm always up for that.

I also like how our talk of Greenly/Moore and their tragic romance turned into talk of Oloolma/Sefil and their somehow awesome romance that turns them into SIS agents and all that happy fun stuff from all that sad/feels stuff with Greenly/Moore.

So the Internet Wifey talked me into picking up SWTOR again and actually playing it beyond going to guild meetings. I got like a billion zillion games for Christmas that all jumped ahead of SWTOR, but she managed it. And not only that, she got me to play my agent consistently. My new goal is to get him past act one because she wants to talk with me about agenty things and my other friend wants to talk about agenty things. And here I am, playing Moore. With the goal of getting him through the Tatooine bonus series and then Alderaan and then past act one by the end of this week.

So if I only have one follower and that follower is my internet Wifey who knows the ongoings of my life anyway. Does a tumblr post really matter? On the same note. If a tree falls in the forest when no one is around, does it make a sound? It's kinda like asking how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. The world may never know.