Really fucking annoyed
Scribing at 5:29 a.m. on 2004-07-01

Ok.

I was really annoyed when I sat down to write this like, half an hour ago. Now I'm REALLY annoyed, because I just typed for half an hour and *poof* it disappeared.

And because I was so annoyed when I wrote it, I forgot to C&P like I usually do just in CASE it *poofs*.

So I've been hammering away, voicing my annoyance in a most articulate fashion (with a few real good cuss words thrown in) and it's gone.

Sometimes I hate DLand.

The abbreviated version:

I'm annoyed.

The really short version:

No, I'm NOT fucking addicted to EQ.

Jesus Christ in a little purple rowboat.

Do I play EQ? Yes. Do I enjoy it? You bet. Do I need a Jaws-Of-Life intervention to remove my happy ass from Norrath? GET FUCKING REAL.

Anybody who's read this for any length of time knows two salient points about me.

First, I love to roleplay. Second, I'm a broke assed motherfucker who can't afford to go get a cheeseburger right now if I wanted to.

I have friends that play EQ. I don't get to see my other friends very much because I work one of the most incredibly suck-ass schedules on the planet right now. Just as my friends are getting home from work and getting ready to go out, I'm just going IN. I don't see my friends much right now. I don't see my wife much right now. And if I get to talk to my friends on EQ and for just a few fucking hours we get to run around and have fun together without it costing either of us any money right at that moment, I'm having a hard time finding a problem with that.

Addiction? You wanna talk addiction? I've never lost a job/lost a girlfriend/let a pet starve/let a child starve/lived in a cardboard box to roleplay. If someone thinks a couple of hours of online time is an addiction, they seriously need to meet someone in the throes of a REAL fucking addiction and do a reality check.

I'm annoyed.

And you know what? I was gonna write a lot more .. but I'm SO annoyed right now, I'm not going to. Because I think if I keep writing, I'mma lose my temper and it ain't gonna be pretty.





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