Monday, March 16, 2009

Out of Order

Weeks go by without so much as a punctuation mark here. My last few posts were half-hearted at best with my hands going through the motions and my brain retired.

My time's stranglehold with gaming is shaking hands with demise. Gaming will always be a "Stella" for me, the Amy that I chase, but diversity shouts for the call of duty. We will still date and be friends, dear gaming. BFF, yo.

Future writings (if any) will probably extend past gaming and into all forms of entertainment. Slaving myself to gaming has been self-limiting.

Soar like an eagle, sweaty blood-stained towel, for you have been thrown.