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