Wow, what a night of crappiness! Spoilered for TL;DR people...
First off,
Secondly:
First off,
I finally called Sony about my funky sixaxis. (This has been acting up since I got it, where the left analog doesn't register down and wants to constantly go up. It usually starts working on its own, but tonight, it won't.) Sony needs proof of purchase, and since I got it through Trainn, I'm havcing trouble providing that. (And this was after they offered to replace it.) Emailed Traiin asking for a copy of the receipt or order number...waiting to see how that goes.
Secondly:
Pixie asks me if my first time having sex was good or bad. I responded it was so long ago, I didn't remember; there is truth to that: I don't really recall all the details, but I know this conversation and her reactions will not go well and tell her I'd rather not discuss it.
She pushes, and I answer noncommitally. Finally, she asks the question I feared: What was her name. I remain silent.
"You don't remember her name, do you?" she asks, almost tauntingly.
"What's in a name," I reply, "Besides, what does it matter? All women all the same, anyway." I stop myself before I say that women only require names so that we can tell them apart when they dress the same, but not before I make a comment about "dark, wet hole."
So, now I'm trying to convince her that it is her fault she is upset because I warned her...but she is not buying it.
She pushes, and I answer noncommitally. Finally, she asks the question I feared: What was her name. I remain silent.
"You don't remember her name, do you?" she asks, almost tauntingly.
"What's in a name," I reply, "Besides, what does it matter? All women all the same, anyway." I stop myself before I say that women only require names so that we can tell them apart when they dress the same, but not before I make a comment about "dark, wet hole."
So, now I'm trying to convince her that it is her fault she is upset because I warned her...but she is not buying it.
