This isn't fun anymore
OK. That's it. I've had my pizza and my beer and my Tylenol PM and my wine and my insane, stomach-churning amount of Girl Scout cookies. Now it's time for them to come home. Something has happened to my brain: I am no longer hard-wired to work constantly. Come home. It's time. Stop playing.
posted by AnnaRay at 8:33 PM
4 Comments:
Exactly! 3 days is the amount of time it takes for the pizza-eating shtick to get really old. First day - weird, but I'm-independent-and-I'm-OK. Second day - really fun! Third day - time to come home.
-MS
I'm so glad someone else understands. Plus, the pizza is almost gone. And I can't order another one without creating more garbage than we're allowed here in Portlandia.
This is where it is imperative that you have a video game system. Tiger Woods Golf? A Bard's Tale? Madden? All three seperately store enough time sucking power to get you through a week or more. PS2: it aint soma, but it sure is a holiday.
I am not allowed to have a video game system. It's part of being an adult.
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