BIG EFFING BOX!
Oct. 29th, 2008 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianGuys guys guys guys guys!
So yesterday, right, I got a BIG EFFING BOX in the mail. Not unexpected, since I ordered it several months ago, but this was one BIG EFFING BOX, and I wished that I had a house, with a porch, so that the BIG EFFING BOX could sit on my porch, instead of me having to go to the apartment office to pick it up. It would be awesome to have a house with a porch and a BIG EFFING BOX, like a sort of status symbol, I guess, though I usually don't care about status symbols, but this would be a good one. Because seriously, so much squee for this BIG EFFING BOX. The office girl offered to help me carry it out to my car, but I could manage. It wasn't really that heavy, just sort of unwieldy, because it was a really, really BIG EFFING BOX. And then I opened it in my car and took out the slightly smaller BIG EFFING BOX inside and carried it up the stairs to my apartment by one handle, not straining, just sort of dragging, because this was one BIG EFFING BOX.
What was in the BIG EFFING BOX, do you ask? Hmm? Are you curious?
It was Guitar Hero World Tour, and it makes me so frigging happy I might die of joy. I've been pretty much living on peanut butter for months now in order to afford it, but so worth it.
Because because. HOTEL CALIFORNIA. And MUSE'S ASSASSIN. And RAMBLIN' MAN. And many, many other songs that my brain is too full of happiness to remember right now. I played for two hours last night before my fingers started to hurt and I decided to watch Dexter for awhile. Which I then could not stop, but had to finish the first season. (BLEW ME AWAY, BTW.)
Anyway, what I'm saying is that I might not be writing much fic for a little while, cuz I'll be busy touring the world and playing fake guitar.
Also, the left lens in my glasses popped out this morning and I couldn't find it, so I'm sitting here at work with only one lens, and it doesn't matter that much because my left eye is useless with or without a lens, but it's still giving me a grumpy headache. Yet the SQUEE OVERCOMES.
I love my BIG EFFING BOX.
So yesterday, right, I got a BIG EFFING BOX in the mail. Not unexpected, since I ordered it several months ago, but this was one BIG EFFING BOX, and I wished that I had a house, with a porch, so that the BIG EFFING BOX could sit on my porch, instead of me having to go to the apartment office to pick it up. It would be awesome to have a house with a porch and a BIG EFFING BOX, like a sort of status symbol, I guess, though I usually don't care about status symbols, but this would be a good one. Because seriously, so much squee for this BIG EFFING BOX. The office girl offered to help me carry it out to my car, but I could manage. It wasn't really that heavy, just sort of unwieldy, because it was a really, really BIG EFFING BOX. And then I opened it in my car and took out the slightly smaller BIG EFFING BOX inside and carried it up the stairs to my apartment by one handle, not straining, just sort of dragging, because this was one BIG EFFING BOX.
What was in the BIG EFFING BOX, do you ask? Hmm? Are you curious?
It was Guitar Hero World Tour, and it makes me so frigging happy I might die of joy. I've been pretty much living on peanut butter for months now in order to afford it, but so worth it.
Because because. HOTEL CALIFORNIA. And MUSE'S ASSASSIN. And RAMBLIN' MAN. And many, many other songs that my brain is too full of happiness to remember right now. I played for two hours last night before my fingers started to hurt and I decided to watch Dexter for awhile. Which I then could not stop, but had to finish the first season. (BLEW ME AWAY, BTW.)
Anyway, what I'm saying is that I might not be writing much fic for a little while, cuz I'll be busy touring the world and playing fake guitar.
Also, the left lens in my glasses popped out this morning and I couldn't find it, so I'm sitting here at work with only one lens, and it doesn't matter that much because my left eye is useless with or without a lens, but it's still giving me a grumpy headache. Yet the SQUEE OVERCOMES.
I love my BIG EFFING BOX.
