FECKING HELL

*sigh*

The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion.

Why does it seem as if every single person on earth has tasted the sweet sensation of the new Elder Scrolls game, bar me? Why is it that I'm the only asshole in town that has no idea what to expect from the game, other than eternal bliss on earth? WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT SO DAMN LONG FOR EACH LOST EPISODE?

I'll tell you why - because I just had to be unemployed. Sitting on my ass, looking for a job, trying to keep myself from going absolutely INSANE from boredom. It all leads down the lonely road I find myself stumbling through, painfully dreaming of adventuring in Tamriel whilst whimpering squeaks and groans of agony.

I obviously deserve this agony, because as some of my favourite blog fans might put it, I'm a loser. A good-for-nothing Oblivion-less waste of oxygen. I finally got myself to crawl out of the puddle of tears and blood to write this horribly depressing blog entry, and the only conclusion I can come to is this: I was born to suffer.

My ex is running around on art campus having the time of her life, my friends are whacking off to Oblivions graphics, my family members are coining dollars and living large, while I writhe in agony as I feel my guitar playing skills fading away into oblivion (no pun there, as I don't have the game yet.)

So, please. Someone put me out of my FUCKING misery by putting a bullet in my head or a copy of Oblivion in my hands. NOW.