About that…
If you’re like me, then chances are you have invaritably come across a group of people who ask what you do for fun. Then you sit there and with a blank expression on your face, try to come up with something that sounds normal–like rescuing tadpoles or saving the glaciers or some shit. There is a part of you that wants to desperately burst out, “I GOT LEVEL 59 AND TWINKED OUT MY ROGUE!”, which of course also means social death.
Now I’m not the kind of girl to not share information; on more than one occassion on a date I’ve mentioned my therapist at least eight different times. But there is a very big difference between having a therapist and playing World of Warcraft. As in…one you are solving your issues, and the other appears like you have more issues than a third world country.
San Francisco is the mecca for people who want to come out of the closet–and in the midst of all the GLTB people, we will stand up and be counted! Or just sit down and /agree with each other. Whatever.
le sigh.
you and your aversion to lying in order to stay within the social norms… you’re too honet. i never was when i played warcrack.
lumping yourself as a nerd into the LGBT category… you need to kiss girls to get into this cool club madame but i digress.
i guess i’ll permit it just this one time.
maybe.
wait i’m not allowed to be gay?! wtf kind of country is this that a straight girl can’t kiss girls without listening to that dumbass katy parry song!?
Hello,
I looked over your blog and I thought it was pretty good, very funny and pretty candid view on being a sexy girl gamer
. It looks like your in your early stages, may I what prompted you to start one now (because of the breakup?) and how often do you plan on posting a new blog?
We are also in our early stages but we have a decent amount of views and members already so I think your blog could be a pretty good addition especially with all the other boring same old news blogs that you see all the time.
Email me back at george@youplayorwepay.com
If you’re like me, then chances are you have invaritably come across a group of people who ask what you do for fun. Then you sit there and with a blank expression on your face, try to come up with something that sounds normal–like rescuing tadpoles or saving the glaciers or some shit. There is a part of you that wants to desperately burst out, “I GOT LEVEL 59 AND TWINKED OUT MY ROGUE!”, which of course also means social death.
+1