Bricks were shat.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm a pussy.
A giant one.
More than once I've risked injury to friends while watching them play scary games. And with some, I've actually punched them in the back of the head. Out of instinct, of course. So it shouldn't come as a shock when I say that I've jumped out of chairs and thrown controllers while playing BioShock and I haven't even fought my first Big Daddy.
That in itself is pretty bad. But Momo takes it a step further. She's been with me every step of the way and when I freak out, she freaks out. She also knows that when we talk about Splicers and Big Daddies, it's time to shit bricks.
I wish I was joking.
She's not allowed at work anymore because of this.
Commission #2 involves another mascot. This time it's KC the Bull from the Kern County Fair. He needs some new parts and shirts so they contacted Jen and she passed it on to me. I'm hoping to get that done this weekend.
But wait, there's more. Commission #3 is a nice little Pioneer styled squaredance dress made out of red gingham.
So why am I killing myself by working 10 hours days at a costume shop and GameStop and then coming home and sewing til one in the morning? I'm moving in a week. And I'm not sure yet that I'm going to be able to get a transfer so I'm trying to collect as much money as possible so that Momo and I wont have to walk the streets and back alleys of Hayward selling foot jobs in a Toph costume.
