So I got my filthy little hands on a new game. No, I didn't ante up the bones for it. Shhhh, don't tell square. I'll give you a hint. Its called final fantasy tactics advanced. Damn. That kinda gave it away. Oh well.

Its a confusing game that kinda makes me want to kill myself. I'm not sure why, I just do. Its really weird. But I like it. However, this may be too much game for me. Its a very involved game. I don't totally understand it. But I'm gonna give it a couple of more hours, then see what happens.

I'm living on my own again! For a short time only. My parents are in Bulgaria visiting my sister. And I've started to melt down.
Food I ate yesterday: bowl of grapenuts, a piece of pita bread, a bunch of doritos.
Food I ate today: bowl of grapenuts, a mini pizza and a bunch of doritos.
I love living alone. And my body loves me too.

So I have a new hate in this world. Mama Celeste. Ohh, I hate you and your little pizzas too. Twice now, twice mama has forsaken me. Was I a bad son to you? Did I not follow the directions that you, as a good mother, had provided me with on the back of the box? Why, why must you continue to not give me my crisping disc? Without that disc, the pizza is limp, unapetizing. I don't know how long I can continue like this mama. You taunt me so. If, in my next pizza box, there is not my crisping disc and a heartfelt apology, I will be filing for legal seperation. I'm sorry, mama, you brought this on yourself.

And now, the Rhino.
- posted by Pat @ 9:39 PM