quick tamagotchi update!
hello! my tama has turned into a shitty adult. most shitty adults are shitty because of their parents. through my misadventures of pseudo-mother/fatherhood, i've come to understand those who blame their children for everything. there's nobody i blame more than myself when he dies, though. actually, when he first died, i was under the impression that i had to purchase a whole new one. i, quite panicked, went to my mom (i think maybe i was crying too. this was a few months ago, by the way. i am sixteen soon. crying over a children's toy. sixteen) and was like,
"mooooom! the tamagotchi died and i dunno what to dooooo! he...! he [inaudible blabbering] and i'm so sad because [bf's name] got it for me and [incomprehensible sobs] IS HE DEAD FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER..?!"
she then, very calmly, looked it up and told me i just had to press a few buttons, then he'd be back. i'd like to think i didn't freak out that much while NOT on my period.
wouldn't it be cool if you did that to people? bring people back from the dead and all that. reading frankenstein hasn't stopped me from wishing for a world where you can revive people, even though they might kill your wife on your wedding night and all that. it would be cool, right?