Grandma; Next time you want to get a hold of me, you'll have to call. I don't want to deal with having to delete, disprove, or hash out every single little lie that you forward. I have asked, over and over and OVER that you stop sending me these kinds of emails. To actually talk to me, say hello, ask how I am doing, have a conversation. And you don't. So I am taking the next step: I am routing all email that you send to me to the trash. I will not see it, ever again. I'm done with being polite with you or tolerant of you and I'm tired of complaining about it. So I'm just going to ignore your email from here on out. love
Monday, May 7
I lamented to some friends that I couldn't get laid in Mass Effect 2. I just couldn't play the characters in such a way that was mentally consistent with my imaginings AND hook up with someone. So all that was going to change in Mass Effect 3, right? Totally going to get it on. I am going to be devious instead, because fuck it: I saved the galaxy. Nookie deserved. Nope. Hit on the one lesbian of the crew, make it all awkward. My real life is supposed to contain the awkward situations, thank you very much.