Sometimes the dragon-slayer... - February 12th, 2009
Kat the Dragonslayer
dragonslayer
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You're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe until their dying breath. No, this is how it works. You appear inside yourself. You take the things you like, and try to love the things you took, and then you take that love you made and stick it someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood. --Regina Spektor

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This is the journal of Kat the Dragonslayer -- who can also be found here, at livejournal.

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Mkay, some things, maybe? Yes?

On Tuesday Cary from school took me home after we ate lunch at Quizno's and I ended up having to break into my own house [I should just really never switch purses or wallets or anything, I fucking fail at this]. So I climbed through my window and front-somersaulted onto my bed, and it was gravy, but I am not by any means a skinny, svelte sort of chick. I would have died if I'd seen myself hanging out of the window, barefooted 'cos Cary took my shoes off so I wouldn't get mud on my bedclothes. But ANYWAY, because I had to wriggle through, I now have a huge bruise on my left inner thigh that goes all the way from my hip to my knee.

Today was my first day at Borders. Went surprisingly well. It's a lot more laid-back than LB was. I spent most of my time wandering around in a dither trying to find something to do, because I felt guilty over not doing anything and just standing around at the info desk. The people seem a lot more reasonable: customers and associates alike.

A guy came upstairs [I lurked upstairs amid the CDs and DVDs and children and travel and etc. for most of the day] asking about the WoW beastiary, and I ALMOST opened my mouth to ask him what server he played on .. but I shut it. Because he had on a wolf shirt, cargo shorts, and he had a neckbeard. I bet he was a goon. And I didn't really need him to know that a) I play WoW and b) play on Tichondrius, because I get enough of that twice a week with Skinny McDouchebag in my bible lit and creative writing classes...

[If he had played on a pve server I entertained the notion of pushing him down the stairs and giggling and going, oops, I was flagged for pvp.]

Location 70121
Mood tired
Music David Bowie - Dead Man Walking
Tags: general wtf-ery, spring 2009, work, world of warcraft
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