Skyrim ruined my life

Remember when I said I was going to be a real life blogger and blog about things?

But now I’m here, and I’m gonna try a little harder, I promise!

…okay no one really believes that, but you screw you, Pikachu.  Also, I had this joke sitting in my draft box from the last time I tried to start this blog, so man I ain’t even coming up with original material.  OTL  B-but hopefully I’ll make it up to you guys with some talking and sushi photos?  I’ll divide it up into two posts, because it just feels more ~organized~ and I’m all about the organization after cleaning my kitchen today! (Read: girlfriend did most of the work, I passed her things, wiped a few cupboards and looked adorable in bright red lipstick)

…but okay yes moving on now.

I began this month with plans, guys.  Plans of cooking, plans of dressmaking, plans of Gam Mak.  Plans of exercising and organizing, being awesome, feeling great.  It was gonna be awesome.  It was gonna be radical.

Instead, I got sucked into some fuckers’ thief guild, had a moral dilemma over elf racism and fursecution VS freedom to worship Viking Jesus, busted up an illegal drug ring, and accidentally become engaged to a Hagraven after a night of too much mead.

Guys.  I made the biggest mistake of my life, and there’s no going back.

I started playing Skyrim.