When I get lonesome, thinking about people I used to know, still around or
dead, I like to grab my joystick and blow everyone else in the sky to little
bits, in CFS European combat on the Zone. It makes the tears go away.
Other times, when I realize that the only person in the world who has ever
understood me is my own fucking dog, I like to get on the Call of Duty
multiplayer zone, and shoot people's heads off.
It amuses me so, while taking my mind off the fucking dog which keeps
bugging me to take it out for a walk all the time, wanting to jump in my lap
while I'm writing, the stupid *****.
I love my dog. I just need a woman to take the dang thing out and walk it
whilst I try to save the world, there's a good lake behind where I live. And
oh, my house needs cleaning. And well, I've got certain biological needs
that need attending to as well.
No fatties need apply. Or males. Thought I'd mention that part, just in
case.
Must be immune to dog hair, and people who naturally smell like a 'shoe'.
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