Sometimes, at 2:00pm-2:05pm (the time slot I usually use to ponder life's great mysteries) I sit and wonder to myself how this happened. How have I stayed in a happy relationship for 3 months with someone who I would have cheerfully mocked to extinction in high school? It usually comes down to my shameful addiction to kittens. And also I was never informed about this aspect of his lifestyle at the start of our courtship. I mean I told him about the time I got drunk at a play about the Holocaust and stole latex gloves from the bathroom. Quid pro quo, Boy. I ought to know these things.
But actually in all honesty it's not all bad. I've learned to ignore The Boy's disturbing knowledge of text based RPG games and to concentrate on his more positive attributes. Like his cute ass and ownership of not one, but two adorable kittens. Actually, now that I think about it he has a lot of good characteristics; he laughs at my jokes, he's intelligent and capable of holding an interesting conversation, and most importantly he understands my particular brand of crazy and rarely looks at me strangely when I ask things like "How can a pitcher of Koolade get off?"
Hmmm... I've thought about it, made a pros and cons list, and I have decided that I like The Boy. And I will make this confession: I was once a nerd too. I grew out of it, THANK GOD, but in middle school it was an undenyable fact that I was not very cool. I confess:
*I have played to completion both Baulder's Gate 1 and 2 as well as Icewind Dale
* What the hell, I also did all the Tomb Raiders, and Half Lifes and would have played F.E.A.R. if it didn't scare me so much
* I loved the book Ender's Game
* I think Han Solo is hot
* I secretly wish I were Storm from the X-Men so I could wear that sweetass catsuit and electrocute bad guys
*Airsoft is kind of fun
Whew. Feels good to get that off my chest.
xxoo Hannah
1 comment:
oh the holocaust play.
good times good times
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