So here I am again in my favorite computer lab, enjoying a new companion immediately to my left as I type this. Yes, he's having a good old time mumbling to himself as he looks at Russian porn (okay, okay. The sites are in Russian and there are women performing fellatio, so I assumed it was a Russian porn site, but in the interest of fairness I admit that it might not be).
As I contemplate turning this bold and intrepid fellow into the library staff I am considering what has led me to this moment in life. Decisions past and present.
You ever wish you could wear a t-shirt that says 'My Life Rocks!' so you could wear it ironically?
Oh. He's stopped mumbling and has switched to random nonsensical Russian comics. Maybe the gods, the Russian ones, heard my plea. Then again, it's really my fault for looking at someone else's computer screen. I mean if anything I'm the rude one, here. Besides, based on what I see this is pretty much the high point of this person's day... maybe existence. Your tax dollars at work, folks.
Hmm, what else?
Oh yeah, my brother's back from his trip, so now we can go back to being bff's. Whenever I leave my room this dude follows me like a gnat. I'm not even kidding. It's like he's possessed or something. I've started leaving a line of salt outside my door and now I sleep with a rosary.
Alright, alright. I've made you guys wait long enough. It's time for the daily adventures in toyland: Elder Scrolls edition. Yup, Lydia is still alive. Know you've been anxious. Yesterday I kicked the holy living shite out of an ancient king, helping the ghost of a bard to get revenge and completing a Bard's College quest. Man, maybe I need a hat along with that ironic 'My Life Rocks!' shirt.
Steemit is full of people living awesome lives around the world, doing in-depth crypto analyses that would take years of study to be able to understand. What we need is a champion of the common folk. Someone who is not only not attempting to appear to have an awesome life, but who doesn't even have the resources currently to fake it even if they wanted to. There's a certain honesty to that, ya know?
Maybe I'll just go ahead and get a 'My Life Rocks!' tattoo.
But lest you think I'm feeling sorry for myself, au contraire mon ami. I just have an almost invincible sense of humor. And hey, at least I'm not the guy sitting next to me. I think that a lot when I'm here.
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