I’m at this part of The Last of Us, near the end, where I’m like…
“I don’t want to leave this rooftop.”
I don’t want the game to end, but I also am afraid of the terrible things that could come next for the characters.
June 2013
People are terrible and cannot be trusted.
Someone randomly added me on Facebook recently.
So I sent them a message saying hello.
And they didn’t respond.
And I was just like
This game is going to be the death of me.
Look, all I’m saying is that next month my company is having an open house at our new location and we are going to have adult-sized bounce houses, water slides, dunk tanks, velcro walls, sno cone machines, and sumo suits.
So yes my job is better than yours.
I don’t understand why people don’t wear seatbelts.
Like…as a means of rebelling.
It boggles my mind.
Things I could have 12-hour long conversations about:
- Avatar: The Last Airbender
- The Original Star Trek films and TNG series
- Primer
- The essence behind DC characters and stories
- Final Fantasy XI
- Why the original Ninja Turtles movie is amazing
- My beef with cable companies and why digital distribution isn’t more widespread
- Why I can’t get into JRPGs anymore
- Why I really like the movie Constantine
- Piers Anthony
- My personal beliefs regarding human interaction, “fate” and free choice
- Why the ocean is scarier than space
You think it’s easy being this sweaty all the time?
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
You're cute. And you're funny. You're not supposed to begin a sentence with the word and, but I did it anyway because I'm a rebel.
In journalistic writings you’re not supposed to begin a sentence with the word the.
Or the word fuck. One was easier to avoid than the other.
I like the word tush because when I grab my own butt and squeeze I’m like, “yep. That’s the word.”
If you’re not a Tumblr user and I link you to my blog that means I fucking trust the shit out of you.
If you aren’t a close friend or family member IRL and I add you on Facebook that means that I am okay with you seeing years worth of my photos.
- me every morning before work: alright. let's try to not fuck anything up today.
All I can think of while playing The Last of Us is how bad everyone must smell.
Smelly.
Super smelly.
Crazy stank.
Baths don’t exist in the post-apocalyptic near future.
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Here is a tiny rant about The Last of Us by me.