Fucking childish cunts as far as the eye can see, lately...
Right, listen up, dimwits: Popmundo is a game. People play it to relax, to have fun, to chill and take time out from RL bollocks. So don't go wading in there with your unresolved anger issues, your aggression, your fucked-up leftover from school gang-mentality Kool Kids Klub of vicious bullying cunt fuckwittedness, your paranoia, whatever fucked up shit makes Cloney McClonesters do their dumbass shit, your cheating, your lying, your shit-stirring, your getting up in other people's faces about their mutual playing which has FUCK ALL TO DO WITH YOU - all of it. Just fucking stop. Those of you who this DOESN'T apply to should have a pretty good idea who you are. Everyone else? Go fuck your fake badass selves, you're impressing nobody who even fucking matters.
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Welcome, welcome, to the latest whineathon chez moi! So, remember last time, when I was developing a headache and doing dumb sleep stuff? The headache turned out to be the start of a flu/cold/whatever thing. And no, the sleep pattern cure didn't work. So I was basically out of operation for a few days there. Feeling a bit more human now, but I'm currently sleeping for Scotland, and when it comes to Popo it seems like I'm constantly on the back foot, lagging behind on everything and struggling to catch up. It all takes soooo long!!!! So, I'm working on it, but I'm not the paciest of players right now. Just for a change, amirite???
Must do better *dons hairshirt, flagellates self, medieval monk style* Speaking of whom... I loved loved loved Umberto Eco, so naturally 2016 decided to add him to its "kill all my heroes" hit list. Foucault's Pendulum was practically designed for me, coming off the back of a uni course on Medieval heresy, and there has never been a better essay writer. There's a whole world of exploration right there in every one of his books. So just as soon as my brain decides to co-operate, it's off the the bookshelf for some re-reading. The title would work better were I a chap, but never mind. All the clever has seeped out of my brain, formed an unctuous puddle and made for a nearby drain.
I'm pulling an all-nighter because; a. my sleep pattern is fucked up, and I need to do something to kick it back into something resembling normal hours, and; b. I'm insane, and still harbouring the illusion after all these years that this might actually work. Oh well, never mind. I can feel a headache developing already, so I'm SURE it'll all be simply marvellous!! So I'm gonna be doing some Popo stuff overnight while you're all tucked up in your cosy, comforting, warm, snuggly beds... oh sure, I'd much rather be doing city locale rezoning requests at half three in the morning than that stuff, I lie to myself. So assuming I'm actually awake tomorrow, expect me to be extra grumpy, even more than normal. Yes, there are extra levels. Horrifying... I've become a weebly cliche, Kobe help me.
So yeah, was busy all Tuesday, and too fucking sleepy Wednesday to do anything much. Hopefully I'll be slightly more alive Thurs and Fri, and catch up a bit. I swear it's only the cat whining about his food being tainted with his new medication that's keeping me awake right now... So stay tuned! Or change the channel, then switch back at a later point. What I'm basically saying is, don't cancel your premium subscription. Telly analogy done, the end. I'm just making a start on Making A Murderer. And then I'll be compelled to read all the online stuff about it.
And then I should probably look into The Jinx. *stocks up on snacks, hunkers down in front of the screen, crafts home-made True Crime Junky badge* |
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