some personal thoughts on pokemon and games and my own brain, 's gonna be a thread.
he came over and I proudly showed him my pokemon save, eager to finally be able to trade and battle with him to see whose team was strongest since surely he'd completed the game by now.
I went downstairs for a drink, while - since he had asked to - he looked through my pokemon as to what I'd caught and what he wanted to trade for when he brought his over.
After he had gone I turned my gameboy on again and
some personal thoughts on pokemon and games and my own brain, 's gonna be a thread.
My cousin had been bragging about how he had pokemon red and how he was nearly at the elite four and I was really, really looking forward to completing the game so we could trade and battle and such since he had a gameboy and a link cable as well and I just had a gameboy and blue.
One time when I was really getting to grips with the brick wall that was the Elite Four and finally starting to make progrss
some personal thoughts on pokemon and games and my own brain, 's gonna be a thread.
So uh, I've maybe mentioned this before but ages ago I got Pokemon Blue when it first came out in the UK. I told myself I "just wanted to see what all the fuss was about" (yeah right kiddo you fuckin' saved up for that shit to play it you fuckin loved the idea of it but w/e), and spent every waking moment I could playing it. I was hooked as hell.
I met a homeless woman working as a cashier at dollar general
my wife and I went to the dollar store to get some snacks for a movie, and the cashier told us about how new stores are opening up in the city with a higher minimum wage, when they wont even raise the wage for the store she works at.
She makes $7.25 an hour and lives in her van. One of her windows is completely busted up, so she has to sleep like that during the winter, with no heat because she couldn't pay for gas. By the time she gets her paycheck at the end of the week, she'll have $6 to her name, because everything else goes to car payments and groceries.
I am so fucking mad. I'm going to look for resources for her. I can't do much, but I can do something.
If any of you have ideas for ways to help her (and others like her), please let me know. Either for unionizing, or financial aid, or whathaveyou.
crocodiles grow in accordance to the availability of food, right?
so with that in mind
your crocodile girlfriend who because she lives in a world of plenty and readily accessable food has grown to like nine or ten foot tall and is constantly frustrated by having to find increasingly larger size clothing and banging her head on door frames since she cannot help her genetics at all, but is super sweet and gentle around you because you make her feel like she belongs.
yeah i'm moving over to chitter.xyz now. Soooo go there! I'm there now.