Not That You Care. But Chicken Does.
Usually when I take this long of a break from blogging something horrible has happened with my sister. This time it’s far more sinister. I have become hopelessly addicted to Pet Society. I’m surprised I actually still have a job. I know you’re all just dying to see what I’ve accomplished so far, so here are some screen shots of Chicken in the house we both worked so hard for.
December 16, 2008 at 1:33 am
Oh no, I did NOT need to see something else for me to be addicted to!!!!!
December 17, 2008 at 3:34 am
May I comment on the decor? The 70s pothead look of the bean bag room is hot (seriously, a globe, lava lamp, and a red boom box)! And where does one find cobblestone tile for the bathroom? A bedroom with a fireplace on one side of the bed and a fan on the other…now there’s some climate control, a little low tech, but it works in the way of let’s-rent-a-house-on-the-Northside-with-all-our-friends. The atrium, however, is my favorite with it’s perwinkle brick walls and checkerboard floor. Is that a Sugar Baby tree? Great digs, Chicken.
December 18, 2008 at 2:43 pm
You alarm me. On several levels. One because this seems to be a cross between Second Life and those weirdo stuffed animals you link up on the internet. Two, because I can’t look at Chicken without feeling sick with guilt about the fact that Chicken and you are the sole reason Kimbo Slice has not succumbed to the same fate as my wagon trail party, my vampire, my werewolf and my fun pet. iAnd three because I am now pimpfighting on a regular basis. Thanks to you. Still I love you baby and wouldn’t want you any other way.