On to the second revelation. I am finally over group rps. I didn't start out in them, I've only done a few in my time playing. Some have been fun, but I prefer free form rp. I like the whole journal thing, because I really don't have time to sit down, and type out a scene in aim, in one night. I just can't do it anymore. Journals are more practical. But, I don't miss groups. I don't miss having to follow guidelines, nor timelines. Nor do I miss characters that annoyed me. No, my characters were not great, not claiming that at all. But there were some characters that just needed a bullet between the eyes. Besides, I've always been a loyal player lol. I stuck with the same two people for years. Still have them, and I have my Erica, who I love. She's also to blame for my crush on Colin Farrell returning. That, and ever since he righteously won the golden globe, he's been more visible in the media. Also looking fine as hell. Gotta love good looking foreign men, who are also packing. Especially when they can act, and have made a change for the better. And Kate Beckinsale, I've always loved her, and it's returning steadily to it's former glory. I am content :-).
Also, thank God for our new president!
I've come to two revelations this week. One, talking to an ex, after you had a fight with your fiancee, is a bad idea. Trey called me last night, and bitched me out, because he heard I haven't been wearing my ring. Which I haven't. When it's cold, my fingers shrink, and my ring does not fit. Better to leave it at home, than wear it, and have it fall off, and be lost. Right? Yes, thank you, I knew it wasn't an insane thing to consider. Well, he pretty much went insane about the whole thing, and I had to tell him to chill, because he was over reacting. He hates that I don't take it all seriously, but it's fucking ridiculous. How can I not laugh? If I didn't want to be with him, I wouldn't be, end of story. He needs to get that through his thick ass skull. The second part of all of this is, that Ross called me at midnight. I told him right off that I had class in the morning, and wouldn't be able to talk long. Of course, seeing as he was drunk, he wouldn't listen, and kept me on the phone till 3am. Boys are really gross sometimes. He kept saying the weirdest shit, which I won't repeat, because it's not not appropriate. He sort of reinforces my belief that guys motives for everything, ever, is sex. Then he started talking about his penis, and I guess he wanted me to weigh in on it, which I refused to do. I told him I couldn't remember what it looked like lol. Which I can't, it's been a few years, and a penis, is a penis. He just wasn't being appropriate, and I had to tell him to hush a few times, and threaten to hang up on him. I really do think his brain, is in the head of his penis. I do.