Super Phamicom

As I grow older, I find it exceedingly more difficult to act my age. This evening, as I was walking from my car to my front door, I started skipping with the vigor of a 9 year-old girl scout. When I got yo the door, I began to analyze my behavior. It's a pretty steep decline from my car to my driveway, and then it's a very steep incline up the driveway to my door. It's possible I just wanted to build up enough speed to make it up the hill with little effort. But did I absolutely need to flail my arms about like a chorus member in the Oliver Twist musical? Then I started thinking about other examples of my immaturity. I LOVE video games. Sometimes, I spend the entire Saturday playing on my lap top specifically built for gaming while everyone else is at yoga or "running errands" or whatever the hell adults say to encompass their bullshit. I have a spinny/rolly chair at work. When I sit down, I spin, and I roll as if I were playing carnival with my siblings at age 8. I relate every physics problem to SNORLAX. An object in motion, like SNORLAX using BODYSLAM, will stay in motion, unless acted upon by an external force, and an object at rest, like SNORLAX, will remain at rest unless acted upon by an external force or, of course, the POKEFLUTE. It moves him both physically and emotionally by its dulcet melodies. The background of my iPhone is Totoro. I have a stuffed Catbus on my bed. One of my favorite TV shows is Avatar: The Last Airbender. Last week, I had steak fingers for dinner every single night...I'd give you some overwrought, pseudo-profound conclusion, but I want to go play video games now. I bid thee farewell.