Sweettooth

My life began when I went to the carnival extravaganza. I became entranced by the balloons and neon lights, all the bright colours took my mind off the fact that this could be the day my heart finally stops. The haunted house was the kicker, it made my heart race, jump and leap all at the same time. Each scare was another shot of liquid adrenaline.

The monochrome theme of the house made it seem all the more creepy and old timely. It was quite peaceful despite the eerie atmosphere. There was a sweet melody playing, the familiar tune of 'Pop Goes The Weasel', the melody that now consumes my waking hours.

When I ordered Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, I didn't expect to get the 18+ version, all due to a tall elf in a black outfit trying to say that he lives in hot topic but not actually saying it. That perverted son a bitch now haunts me at the exact wrong times, when I'm sleeping for example. However when I got the addiction to the game and started talking to him through my TV I couldn't exactly just admit to my roommate what happened, so I pretended I was gaming. I wore a headset to make me look normal and called it online multiplayer.

Each time she asked what I was playing I'd say whatever popped to mind before eventually she stopped asking because she couldn't remember any titles. It's normal for me to come back and game- but really I'm talking to a tall dark elf in my TV. You see why I couldn't explain it?