A confession
So about a month ago a friend of mine asked me for a favor. The gist of it was she wanted to invite me to a free game and if I stayed for three days she'd get extra points. So all I had to do was log in once a day for four days and everything would be good.
Except I can't stop. I should just walk away but there's something about it that's oddly appealing. The ponies, you guys. This game is called Ponystars and despite my feelings that I should not be playing a game called ponystars I kind of enjoy it. On the plus side it's a very low-maintenance game and you only have to log in once a day. And you get to breed ponies. Colorful ponies. And as dumb as it is, it's kind of relaxing. Like a sand garden without the mess.
So what I'm saying is, let me know if you want to play and I'll send you an invitation. That and I am the lame champion.
Except I can't stop. I should just walk away but there's something about it that's oddly appealing. The ponies, you guys. This game is called Ponystars and despite my feelings that I should not be playing a game called ponystars I kind of enjoy it. On the plus side it's a very low-maintenance game and you only have to log in once a day. And you get to breed ponies. Colorful ponies. And as dumb as it is, it's kind of relaxing. Like a sand garden without the mess.
So what I'm saying is, let me know if you want to play and I'll send you an invitation. That and I am the lame champion.
2 Comments:
At 10:13 AM, November 22, 2008 , wcrousse said...
Oooo! Pick me, pick me!
At 10:14 AM, November 22, 2008 , wcrousse said...
This is Emily, btw. Don't pick W. 'E Doesn't care about ponies.
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