Plastic Fantastic... no its NOT Barbie Girl
The other day i decided it has been way too long since i last skived. So i decided to be daring and evil... i left work 15 minutes early... without telling anyone!!! Ok mebbe im the diet coke of evil... shutup. and yes i fessed up the next day. shutup!
On my way home i found the everpresent, all consuming and slightly pleasant urge to walk into my local Games Workshop. For those of you new to my blog. fuck you dont judge me. i like playing with plastic army men. piss off.
*jingle* door opens. ok so the door didnt actually jingle. so what.
I saunter in knowing full well i actually am, without any embellishment or self delusion for a change... the sexiest dood in the room. Uber geek meccas are awesome for building self esteem and generating contempt for humankind. If you are feeling low/ugly/unhygienic/and or greasy... and dont already frequent comic book stores, gaming stores or net gaming cafes, visiting these places will immediately remove the previous desire to slit wrists and fill you with a pleasant fuzzy feeling of euphoria, self love and contempt for others around you. I highly recommend it.
So back the to nonexistent *jingle* and sauntering. By the way, i like to make an effort to either saunter or meander when i walk. I like looking like i have no destination to speak of and when i do get places its fun to look mildly surprised. This pisses of my girlfriend to no end... a side bonus!
So i sauntered in.
Low and behold there before me in all its tumbled looted and slightly poorly painted glory was a haphazard pile of used space marines!
Whot ho! says i. ok actually i said... what the hell is that all about? in my soft canadian/english accent. (chix LOVE my accent... and its natural! sorry folks no conscious pretension here... i have lots of that in other areas but not in my accent.)
the half committal goth stared up at me with his familiar vacant eyes (he got them special from a specialty contacts manufacturer.. sad eh?) 'o those are being binned'.
this particular font of knowledge eventually told me the were makin a new marine army and if i wanted the discards i should ask the manager.
i was actually goin to write this whole episode out in lovely dialogue with witty retort and decriptive prose but have decided im feeling really lazy and need a smoke.. i just bought some Chesterfields and want one. so they gave me 30 of em free. and a part time job. its my duty as a sexy biotch to bring some sort of non ubergeekness to the shop. yes im a geek inside but outside i look k00l. shut up paj.
now its time for ciggarette... o an i ordered broadband the other day. the sexiness continues.
m
On my way home i found the everpresent, all consuming and slightly pleasant urge to walk into my local Games Workshop. For those of you new to my blog. fuck you dont judge me. i like playing with plastic army men. piss off.
*jingle* door opens. ok so the door didnt actually jingle. so what.
I saunter in knowing full well i actually am, without any embellishment or self delusion for a change... the sexiest dood in the room. Uber geek meccas are awesome for building self esteem and generating contempt for humankind. If you are feeling low/ugly/unhygienic/and or greasy... and dont already frequent comic book stores, gaming stores or net gaming cafes, visiting these places will immediately remove the previous desire to slit wrists and fill you with a pleasant fuzzy feeling of euphoria, self love and contempt for others around you. I highly recommend it.
So back the to nonexistent *jingle* and sauntering. By the way, i like to make an effort to either saunter or meander when i walk. I like looking like i have no destination to speak of and when i do get places its fun to look mildly surprised. This pisses of my girlfriend to no end... a side bonus!
So i sauntered in.
Low and behold there before me in all its tumbled looted and slightly poorly painted glory was a haphazard pile of used space marines!
Whot ho! says i. ok actually i said... what the hell is that all about? in my soft canadian/english accent. (chix LOVE my accent... and its natural! sorry folks no conscious pretension here... i have lots of that in other areas but not in my accent.)
the half committal goth stared up at me with his familiar vacant eyes (he got them special from a specialty contacts manufacturer.. sad eh?) 'o those are being binned'.
this particular font of knowledge eventually told me the were makin a new marine army and if i wanted the discards i should ask the manager.
i was actually goin to write this whole episode out in lovely dialogue with witty retort and decriptive prose but have decided im feeling really lazy and need a smoke.. i just bought some Chesterfields and want one. so they gave me 30 of em free. and a part time job. its my duty as a sexy biotch to bring some sort of non ubergeekness to the shop. yes im a geek inside but outside i look k00l. shut up paj.
now its time for ciggarette... o an i ordered broadband the other day. the sexiness continues.
m
posted by Marcus Dunning at 1:32 pm
1 Comments:
Kick the eggroll. I may actually paint over Xmas break. wu-tang brother marcus, I still check your scene, you know what I mean.
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