i was taken to barcade last night. right up my alley, i think. a gazillion different beers with a long row of video games along the wall of a massive warehouse. unfortunately, most of the people there were simply leaning on the games instead of actually, you know, playing them. which prevented me from playing rampage (note: the at home version was better. you could choose to be godzilla, king kong or mothra. and the building crushing seemed too apropos sitting from the 2nd story bedroom of my childhood abode).
now, if they had a desk with an apple 2e2c set up with a stack of floppy disks that included the oregon trail, where in the world is carmen sandiego and the ALF game, i'd be set.
i like video games. so what? not necessarily this wii madness. just looks like people flailing around madly like preteens on a cafeteria dancefloor, making the most of a whitesnake song in front of the chaperones' wary eyes.
but i do dig dance dance revolution (which, come to think of it, looks far worse than preteens flailing to hair metal).
i also still laugh at fart jokes and resort to plunging my finger halfway up my nose and crossing my eyes when catcalled by strange men in the back of gardening service pick up trucks.
isn't it astounding how i've managed to keep boyfriends for more than 42 hours?
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If you don't keep BFs, it's not because of this.
Childlike is a quality sought after in the mature.
Childish is how older immature often describe the behavior that the mature actually seek out.
Old is what happens to immature people as time progresses.
You won't end up that way on this path.
Keep having fun having fun. Play the extra ball for me.
End up 'broken in' instead of 'broken'.
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