Guitar Hero III
Addiction is a small word that speaks volumes. I am struggling to live the dreams of my youth as I rock out with PIC to my favorite songs.
But having played, and realizing my middle and ring fingers are FAR too close together, methinks that maybe my true calling was the base. Seriously.
All I know is, my game character looks sweet in her tight jeans with "ELECTRIC" tattooed across her flat abs.
I sit in my sweats and grungy t-shirt ("Team Building Exercise '99!"), hair crumpled up in a make-shift ponytail... Eyes drooping, glands swollen, sinuses stuffed, throat scratchy and at times, dizziness overtaking me-- I proceed to somehow jam through AFI's "Miss Murder". I do my best to compete at the EASY level on BASE, missing half the notes and forging on simply because... in my mind: I AM that sexy guitar hero.
I coulda been a contenduh.
Perpetually anxious/simultaneously exhausted mom of a blended family of 7 kids & 2 pets. Writer about same. Wife to one amazingly patient husband. Drinker of wine. 





November 7th, 2007 - 13:05
My son’s all excited about this game. We may have to get it.