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Even WoW Is Doing Pink Hearts Over People I Hate.
Right. Valentines Day can just fuck right off. I've evidently given over my Christmas Curse to this particular holiday and in retrospect have a damn good reason for doing so. The best Valentines I ever had was a Valentines Bah Humbug many years ago with Bourneville. I shall ask her if she or anybody else fancies doing the same this time round, ( Read more... ) -
Fifteen Minutes Of Fail.
Ugh. In Warcraft there is a fifteen minute warning before they do the once-a-week shutdown to update quests and generally fiddle with things. It's in the middle of the night so the gaming populace has yet to deploy armed forces to start waving pitchforks, nooses, flaming brands and laptops while chained to the Blizzard HQ gates, but it's still ( Read more... ) -
I've Worn Trousers With More Sense.
I've just had another Pointless Parent Moment, which I felt I had to (second) record for your amusement ( Read more... ) -
I'm So Going To Delete This When Home.
I want it to stop. The pain that completely wracks me mentally to shreds. It won't. It won't until I get you to understand that in all ways I am willing to make a compromise. For one reason. You.
Moral: SHUT UP YOU TWIT! -
Our House, In The Middle Of Our Street.
Where I currently live is a fairly small place just outside a mildly larger village. Beyond the planet hopping, I've lived here with my parents my whole life, and as a result my entire family and their friends have grown to know our neighbours by their houses. Some are obvious, Pams Jams (the lady at a farm down the road who during more pleasant ( Read more... ) -
Will Kat Please Go To The D...Oh She Already Did.
The hell am I even ALIVE?! I'm awake at ass in the morning surfing the net and caught between the options of buying the latest Warcraft expansion to cheer myself up, that snake I was talking about some time ago, or purchasing some stuff from Tescos and having it delivered simply because I've never done it before. I guess they're all redundent ( Read more... ) -
A Not So Dramatic Exit.
Alright, I was asked to explain, I shall. I'm single. It's a fairly boring story given that it's one of mine. No plates were thrown, screams were not uttered, there was no flouncing out with skirts a-flutter, a glass of wine was not dashed, lightning did not fall, the ground did not crack open, and there was a distinct lack of slap to face. It ( Read more... )