Never let the truth get in the way of a good story

Yes, yes. I know that drumming on Guitar Hero: World Tour is nothing like drumming on a real kit, but hot diggety was that fun! I honestly would have thought that I would have liked singing the best, but nope. For me it was pounding the crap out of drums, working my way up from beginner to easy. (Shut up. I'm new at these sorts of games. I avoided them much for the same reasons I avoided DDR.)

Al, babe, seriously the best impulse buy we've done so far! Half of my housemates crawled out of their room to play as well, and were for the better part of the night. I honestly don't think we've done such wholesome group activity like that in a while.

The reason why I'm writing this right now instead of playing? It's 7:30 in the morning and people are asleep. Bah! I want to drum again! Even though my arms were dead and felt like they were falling out I'd groan, then lift my head and say "hey, let's play another set." Heh heh.

Sometimes I'm more machine than woman, I swear.

I think I now have a vaguely sexual fetish for chaste, pure-hearted, muscular, blonde Edwardian lesbians wearing men's clothing. (The mask, highwayman's hat and cutlass only add to the effect.) A little specific, perhaps? Fantastical to boot. All I know is that Lionheart is haunting my dreams now...

Damn it! I thought I was over having crushes on fictional characters! Oh well. Maybe it just means that it's time I start writing Harley/Batgirl femmeslash again. It's not like I have anything else on the boiler... like Shimmer or something.