This blog is about my addictive personality and Grand Theft Auto.

I’ve always wondered if other people think about things and experience things the same way I do.  I think I have a very addictive personality so that, when I get into something, I really get into it for a week or two, sometimes more, and then forget about it for months until I get *really* into it again.

Reading, for example.  I’ll pick up a book, read it in a week, and pick up two more.  I’ll read during my lunch hour, get home and read, read before bed on Sundays.  Then I’ll set them down, half finished, until months later, when I pick up another book and remember all of the 30 books I bought on my last reading binge even as I go out and get more.

Recently the same had been happening with video games, or, one video game in particular.  I have been playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas almost every day for the past two weeks.  And it’s *hours* of playing, too, it’s not like I go at it for 20 minutes and move on to something else.

I’m not saying that’s wrong, I’m just saying it’s weird that I binge on things like that.  I’ve had it since Christmas when Katy got it for me but recently really got into it as I discovered there is SO MUCH to do inside the game.  The designers intended it to be played over a number of months, as opposed to a few hours or so.

For example:  in the game, you can look at your stats.  I’ve logged a total of 20 hours and am only at 19% completion of all the missions and side tasks.  Half of the time I get distracted and just have fun running around the city causing trouble, but even that counts to the overall game because you can defend your ‘hood from opposing gangs, wage territory wars with other gangs, and increase your criminal rating (you get one point when you kill someone, with the highest score being 1,000,000 points - I think.)

Anyway, I’ve played it so much and have not yet gotten sick of it that I’ve decided to NOT play it the next few days.  In fact, I will play no video game until the end of the week.  It’s not that I’m neglecting anything or failing to do anything else that needs to get done, but still, I’ve been occupied with it for the past two weeks, then get on here to make a blog or talk to a friend and then realize…

…I got nothing to say.

I should spend my time doing other things that actually give me something to talk about.  Or, say, work on certain business so I can get out of this nine to five routine?  My obsessiveness even goes into that — I’ll spend hours all excited about working on a new web site for the business and then the next two weeks saying, “man, I gotta finish that up.”

Unless you want to talk about how yesterday I flew over a skyscraper, jumped out of the plane and watched it crash into the streets below, and then sky dove off the building while shooting at a SWAT helicopter…

…or how I had to kill a valet worker and steal his clothes in order to pose as a valet, steal the D.A.’s car, drive it to a secure location and plant drugs in the trunk…

…or kidnap a music executive who wouldn’t listen to a friend’s demo and drive his car off a pier…

…yeah, nothing to say.

Anyway, does anyone else have an addictive personality?  Do you realize how much you love a TV show and then spend the next 36 hours doing nothing but watching the DVDs, not even sleep?  Or is that just me?  It’s probably just me.  I suck at life.

I wish I could get back into my addiction to fitness, because, man, I’ve gained some weight.

15 pounds since Christmas!  Some of that is muscle weight (hell yea it is), but a lot of it is GUT FAT, because my pants no longer fit the way they used to, and a lot of my shirts are tight right around my bitch-tittie area.

Back when I lost weight, I got rid of all my old clothes so that I wouldn’t have to go and buy new ones incase I ever started to get fat again.  Yesterday I was walking down the hall at work and caught myself thinking, “I should use some of my birthday money to go and get some new clothes, these don’t really fit anymore.”

::shakes head::

But now that warmer weather is here (?) maybe I can take up running again and do it err’yday.

You know what I’ve always wanted to do?  I’ve always wanted to end a story with the words ‘End of Story.’

Or, period.

That’s it.  End of Story.

Period.

Gross.