Wil Wheaton.

Too much Princess Maker.  Aaaaaaaaagh.

I can't get my fucking daughter to stop running away.  She's such a goddamn ho.  In retaliation, I lowered her charisma to 0, making her the ugliest ho on the block.  Then, she ended up being a fortune teller with HUGE boobs.  WTF?  Next time, I'm making her work in the goddamn sleazy bar.

So far, I've ended up as a housewife, a writer, and titty fortune teller girl.  I keep marrying wizards, though, which cracks me up.  I would totally marry a wizard over a knight.

Attention: Peoples I Know.  I can totally go to PAX and Kumoricon both now.  My mom gave me some early birthday money.  Matt, Shen, you two have to come.  I will need someone to peel me off of Wil Wheaton at the end of the convention.

OMFG WIL WHEATON I'M GOING TO MEET WIL WHEATON ON MY 25TH BIRTHDAY WIL WHEATON AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!1

Ahem.

Boy Matt - Lemme know what Chrissie says about the tickets and the whatnot.

By the way, I was catching up on Wil Wheaton's blog the other day, and I thought it was funny how one of his major points about The Simpsons Movie was the same as I'd made right after I saw it - everyone seemed to think they were watching the movie at home and WOULD NOT SHUT THE HELL UP.  Simpsons does not automatically equal living room.  Jebus.

Wil Wheaton.