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OH I BOUGHT GTA4 AND I LOVE IT!!!!

Better yet, my boy bought it too, and has been playing it instead of Halo   Yay for me and the power of the puss!

I didn't get to play much this weekend, actually worked on the tan, and relocating muscles of my youth.  Did some golf, did some swimming, did some drunken golfing, did some noodle ninja sword fighting at my parent's pool.  Good times. Good times.  You know, the water noodles?  Styrofoam or some type of flotation device, they can be used as a weapon...

I can't feel my wrists, shoulders, or chest.  How do those old fat farts play golf so damn well?!?

Well, I'm destressed, however I DO work the next 4 days and am on call Friday night (sigh), so I shall return to my new beloved game, GTA4.

I need to hit some Halo with the DoB clan for sure.  Mental and digital note to self.

Need to hit some COD4 with PcP too.

However, if anyone wants some gangsta action on GTA4...I'M SO DOWN!!!

Haven't made it very far, have scored with a girlfriend, got a chopper and a pimped out Escalade (I am Puerto Rican...shaw) but need to earn more money and do some more missions.  Seriously.  My Niko looks ugly.  He needs some serious clothes therapy.

Last news, cuz I'm a girl, I finally bit the 30something bullet and got the hair cut. :/  It's won everyone over, it's a Rhianna cut, or Posh Spice whoever you can think of, I just know this is the shortest my hair has been since 1989.  Kinda nice, less time styling/blowdrying.

OKAY. Nothing more of interest and my wrists are killing me.  However will I dominate in gaming with wounded extremities?

Off to the fart factory, to use my ionizing radiation to save half naked sick people.

Posted by COULOW @ 10:46 am EDT | Permalink | 4 Comments

Testosterone and Gaming

After describing to my lovah aka boyfriend, about my GTA4 gaming night last night, today he finally bought a copy!!!  I may just get this Halo addict out of his rut.  Reason he bought it?  Co-op mode online.

So. Yay for me.

In other news, great gaming with the Pork Chop dudes!  Of course they all kicked my ass, and Donk's character still looked like a raging lesbian, but it was fun!  I wanna play more! More damnit, more!


But as usual, I must first get my campaign on.  I always have to be at least halfway thru a campaign before I start really getting into online multiplayer games.  Gotta get the controls down man!

That is all.

COULOW OUT.

Posted by COULOW @ 3:50 pm EDT | Permalink | 4 Comments

Evinrude

I think the older you get, the gassier you get.

Don't stand behind old people.  You might get smoke bombed.

Posted by COULOW @ 6:43 pm EDT | Permalink | 3 Comments

Envy Me

There is no decency in the world.  In my profession, I have the legal right to get people naked.  2, yes 2 30 something females felt it was perfectly acceptable for them to drop drawer in front of me without me covering them 1st!  So, yesterday's panty count was 2 Vicki Secrets, 5 Hanes, and 4 bare ass.

I bitch because the females are generally more prude than the males.  Many a man has had no difficultly with a full moon in my sterilized dungeon.

Bah. Slap my ass and call me conservative.  I just don't wanna see your stanky ass, sick, shit stained drawers OR hairy rump ok?  Cover that shit, dog!

Or at least buy some funny underwear and make sure to tote them to the Hospital.  We could all use a great laugh.

At some point of illness, you just don't care who sees your cottage cheese rainbow, or raisinettes.  I understand.  I'm the gloved nun dashing to your side to hide the family jewels.


In other news, one of our Radiologists, is an avid gamer.  God, he's awesome.  While one Doc bashes on my sport teams (New England fan here), another is midway thru life crisis and exchanges addys of local botox centers, this guy is a breath of fresh air.  So he told me to try out COD4.  I now obviously am getting addicted.  He also mentioned his current love of Devil May Cry 4.  Eh. Hated it! *snap snap*  Granted, the brother has a 360 and a PS3, so for which platform he gets his rocks off, I can't remember, but overall, his FPS adoration is definately appreciated.

If y'all only knew what really goes on in the control rooms.  I guess that's why I have a digital thought board.

Said Radiologist has now become a Daddy, again, last we spoke, and is saddened that he won't be able to play as much due to diaper duty.  Ah, well, at least there's one more person in the world that understands when I rattle off my geekdom stats.  My coworkers laugh and just call me the token nerd of the department.   And how their wives won't allow them to buy a console.  

Since I have joined a Halo3 clan, my lovah, my baby boo, the one who inspired me to buy a 360 myself after playing along with him on his account, has been amazed at my newfound tenacity to play more.  He's even started a second account on Live to rank up faster to 50 on Halo.  He claims that when your EXP is excessively high, it's harder to rank up.
I think this is where we differ.  Yah, the swelled cojones and bragging of being an officer is intoxicating, but I honestly just have more fun playing the games.  He still has yet to play COD4 I bought him.   Can't win em all.

Posted by COULOW @ 10:26 am EDT | Permalink | 3 Comments

Mutha Sucka Shut Yo Mouth

Just when you think you're AWESOME....

I beat COD4 campaign.  WOO! Go me! So my lil brother (age 16) calls...

Too Tall Timmiepoo: "Hay, you got Call of Duty?"

Infamous Moi: "Yah!  And I just beat it!  Howz them apples douchebag!"

Too Tall Timmiepoo:  "Coo coo. Have you played online?"

Infamous Moi: "Yup. A little...it's easy to rank up." 

I however do not mention that it took 4 hrs to achieve a rank of 8.

Too Tall Timmiepoo:  "Have you gotten your prestige yet?  I'm on my 3rd."


PS3 toting babypuff.  That little bastard got the PS3 for Xmas (while I received a digital camera to capture my youth?) and has already succeeded me. 

Note to self:  At least I'm out of the parent's grips.  While I get the "why aren't you married with kids" routine, he gets more pressure from "why aren't your grades up?  You DO have to go to college and make something...." blah blah blah

Being the oldest does have it's perks.  Though I know I'm not mature when I laugh at farts and old men tripping...

And before anyone asks if I was a prom baby, he's my Step Brother.  The really disturbing thing is, dear ole Ma has a thing for younger guys.  So. That being said, my Step Daddy is a mere 17 yrs my senior.  Explain it? There yah go.

Posted by COULOW @ 10:17 am EDT | Permalink | 3 Comments