i am a level 12 rogue specializing in skinning and leatherworks
yeah, you heard me right. many of you didn’t know i had that sort of skillz. yeah, you heard the z at the end of that word right.
anywayz (boy, that Z just FEELZ right, ya know?), this is a kinda strange story about my weird friend who is apparently using my identity to string alone his world of warcraft buddies who think he is female (you know who you are). naturally, when he asked me whether or not this would be cool, i was totally on board. i don’t know why, except, life doesn’t make sense. who am i to get into the way of this dynamic?
in other news, i am becoming the character in my book and it is scaring me. i think this is a chicken or the egg situation, because we are basically the same person i guess, but i thought it was more of a carricature of me, and not just, actually me. but when i first started writing her, i was way different. i didn’t ride a commuter’s train to work. i didn’t go to work hung over almost every day. i didn’t make prank phone calls. now i do. it’s weird. i mean, i don’t actually make prank phone calls, but i want to.
i have nothing else to say, except, man, Doritos are breakfast, lunch, AND dinner.
