bev! @TonicBH@computerfairi.es

@RustyRetro@snouts.online yo this is heckin rad

Here's a Secret Area throwback for this week: The Game Boy Color port of Hoyle Casino, which was one of my portable go-tos in high school, for some reason.

https://asecretarea.com/2014/12/18/hoyle-casino-game-boy-color/

@mavica this is true

@mavica most of that feels like me.

I don't know how to feel about this.

I know I'm incredibly bad at self promotion.

I don't know what I can do to have people read my things, to give me support, to know I'm not just writing to a crowd of nobody.

What's the trick to get successful? Do I need to get scummy and just spam my stuff everywhere?

Just frustrated that it feels like my work isn't getting noticed or appreciated.

Admittedly, I like doing posts like these, where I cover fairly recent games.

Those are more interesting to me to write about as I don't play games when they're new that much, so I don't get caught in the hype.

A shame that not a lot of people read those posts.

Today, I updated a review I made about Far Cry 3, because I was thinking about that post recently and wanted to improve it somewhat.

https://asecretarea.com/2014/07/08/far-cry-3-windows/

@KitRedgrave god I relate to this so bad

Listening to a random Spotify playlist I made a few years ago called "chill jams."

Not sure if Paul Hardcastle's King Tut counts but it's certainly a jam

@mavica hell yes

@mavica oh my

protip: careful where you walk while drunk, otherwise you might stub your toe and still feel the pain the next day.

Haven't felt a pain last this long in a long time, honestly. worried I might've broken it.

@RustyRetro@snouts.online *snuggles in return* thank 💜

I'm drunk, bring snuggles

There's a small bit of me that's concerned that that's just the alcohol talking, but I figure that if they don't mind, that this is a genuine thought.

I'm just nervous and excited now. I might get to be who I want to be without fear of worrying about what others think.

These are gonna be some interesting times.

While in another drunken haze tonight, I confessed my gender problems with the one person whom was my roadblock for a long while: My dad's girlfriend.

She seemed okay with it.

I can't believe it took me like several months and a few drinks to open up and confess something.

I've been given a rather tall glass of frozen strawberry margarita.

It's alright. Trying to get used to the "sipping around the glass so the salt and the margarita mix together" part.