At the bar? No. On the bar? No. Making out with a hot Aussie? Chah! I wish. I'm actually comfortably sitting in front of my computer. I have on my Princeton sweater that I love because it makes me feel smarter and my favorite sweat pants that have the elastic on the bottom to prevent them from riding up. So what's got my attention on this exciting night? Petville.
If you're not familiar with it, it's like a dumbed down, furrier version of Sims. You collect coins, feed, and clean your pet to keep them happy. It's not making me happy, though. My pet is so needy. I work hard on this one monotonous game to earn enough coins to buy him cool things. Like the other day, I bought him a nice table for his dining room and what does he do in return? He sits on it!
He even bothers me when I'm away. So, i was at work (in the real world) and during a break, I checked my e-mail and what do I find? A notice that my pet is hungry and misses me. It's so infuriating. The worst part, I can't stop playing it. I'm actually determined to bling out his house.
Really? This is my life now? Shakes head
its like a sparkly new tamagotchi!
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