Second Life diary, stardate 29 September 2006.
- Still don’t see the point of this. I’m in a virtual world that slowly loads around me whilst random people make conversations and friends.
- I don’t have enough time for my friends in the real world, why am I here again?
- The existential mist is clouding my brains, digital and literal…
- *The mist clears and I experience a moment of clarity* - why the hell do I have this ridiculous facial hair?
- I cannot get rid of this goddamn beard. Where can I get a Mighty Morphin’ Power Razor?
- ladeeeeedadeeee dumb… bored.
- Wheeeeeeee. Flying!
- Oh, It’s not that much fun. My mistake.
- Someone wants to be my friend!
- Sorry, who are you?
- Whoa. That’s What I Call Slowdown.
- I have inadvertantly pressed ALT-F4… Whoops……
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