kleio

My profile on Flickr says that I'm taking down all of my photos - it's a lie. I've just switched ALL of them to Family Privacy, so the asshats on the rest of that website would leave me alone. Maybe I'm being too sensitive for someone who has naked pictures online, but... yeah. I've just had it with those jerks over there. I don't mind it when people show some appreciation, or tell me I'm cute and shit (because, you know they're TOTALLY right!!!) but things go a little far when they assume that I'm some generic porn-site-slut and that I will honestly be fulfilled hearing about all the kinky things they'd like to do to me. I have had very few SG members cross that line, or even toe it, but with Flickr... it seems as though if you have nude pictures, people assume that they can talk to you like you're trash.

But SG Members are still cool! I still love you all!

I'll update more when I get home from my fucking job. So much bullshit... Will someone find me a fucking job in Brookings that will pay me $9 an hour?? I'd prefer almost anything to this!!! <---- dangerous fucking statement, right there.

:six hour snip:

Annnnd... I still hate my job. Woo!

The good news is that we finally got some Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate bars... Oh yeah. This is how I unwind... or wake up. Two SPDCs and a can of Dew? I'm going to be bouncing off the freaking walls, and I love it!

So my roommate finally let me get into this World of Warcraft thingy, which has me totally giddy. I'm playing on her account, so I can't quite run around whenever I'd like, but it's still way fun, and after only... oh, about a week, maybe a bit more (consider I've worked every day this week), I've gotten my rogue to 15 (on the Ysondre server, so's you know). I'd been missing MMOs, haven't actually played one in years, and WoW is just my style. I love soloing, and I love quests. With luck, I'll soon be able to consider getting my own account, and then I'll go ahead and join the SG WOW group that I've been hearing so much about. n_n

My best friend helped me purchase tickets to 1984, a stage adaptation of Orwell's novel, done by The Actors' Gang on November 14!! So, I'm pretty stoked about that, too. I'm a very bad person, though, because I have yet to actually READ 1984, but that's what this weekend is for.



Still waiting on my tattoo design. I keep giving up hope on it, then getting hopeful again. One of these days I'm just going to have to drive down to Sioux Falls, go to his house, and ransack the boy's room until I can walk away with it clenched in my greedy little fists. At least I know it actually exists, now. His mom has seen it, and she's promised me that it exists, and she wouldn't lie to me. So... there's hope. For now.