So I rolled my ankle the other day. Hurt like a bitch, though you think I’d be used to it, as it is a repeat­ing injury and all. The only prob­lem is I don’t quite recall doing it.

This is where I intro­duce the fact that I was drink­ing heav­ily at the time, and danc­ing like a retarded monkey like my god-​damned life depended on it. I’m not ashamed of the fact and to be honest I had it coming. The way I was danc­ing was utterly insane and I knew it even at the time. The prob­lem is I didn’t care. This brings up a very valu­able lesson for any and every­one. It’s okay to dance like a retard, more­over when you’ve been drink­ing. Fuck what other people think about you and just go for it. On that note remem­ber that no one will pity you when you injure your­self. You danced on your own, you will fall on your own. Just have the for­ti­tude to take it like a man (or woman, should you be a reader of the more con­fus­ing sex) and know when to bow out.

On that note, people are prob­a­bly going to laugh at you both as you dance, and as you fall, or trip, or crack your head/arm/leg/foot/rib/neck/shoulder/crotch/etc. etc. Once again, this is some­thing you gotta take with the whole situation.

Also, you may want to con­sider drink­ing less, I know I will. No more triples for me, they just taste like anus-​burgers, or at least what I imag­ine anus-​burgers would indeed taste like.

On an unre­lated note, I’ve been burn­ing through games as fast as I can recently, and I think with the new blog I may just start to review them, more­over with the pend­ing instal­la­tion of the image gallery plugin I found for word­press. Amongst them are Deus Ex (I’ve had a break from this one as I played some others, though I plan to finish it in the next little while, Animal Cross­ing, Rain­bow Six: Vegas, Zelda: Twi­light Princess, and Paper Mario: The thou­sand year door. I am aware I am on a bit of a Cube binge at the moment, which I can only blame Theresa for. The only way to get that girl play­ing games is to play cute games from the cube.

Everyone’s gotta start somewhere.

I’ve also made it a habit to read during my lunch, which should allow for some more reviews to start coming in. Lord knows I’ve got enough on back­log for review that I’ll have to get around to it soon, lest their sheer weight force them to col­lapse in upon them­selves, caus­ing a small black hole, which will undoubt­edly be our deaths.

Oh, I bought some Con­verse High­tops. They are red and pretty. The Doctor wears them so that makes me extra cool.

Right?

..right?

If I could have your atten­tion, observe this fuse.
It leads to these explo­sives that I’m about to use.
Before you freak out, just let me explain:
This bomb is the answer to all of my pain.

Appre­ci­a­tion - The Spill Canvas

Corey sign­ing out.