Moroes

 

Look, it's Moroes from Karazahn.

This is my cryptic introduction. Get it? Moroes? Because I'm all sad-like? WoW? Nerd things? Sounds like morose?  No? Cool.

Holy socializing batman. I've been going out more than usual, and it's kinda freaking me out. I went to Bats Day. A week later I went to Disneyland again because I had purchased the (cheaper) 2-day park hopper pass instead of the one day. By their logic, if I attend the park twice, I'll spend more money despite paying less for the 2-day pass. -- it worked. 

This trip was with two of my co-workers. Good times. I had my turkey leg, of course.

For a moment, I couldn't remember if this was before or after Disneyland but I had also taken one of my co-workers with me to see my wufwoo's band --Demona Mortiss-- at Bar Sinister this last Saturday night. 

He was completely in love with everything and I was really glad he felt as comfortable as he did. There's a dungeon room upstairs where, if one wishes, can get worked on by a domme. This was really intriguing for him, so I took him there. We hung out there for a bit and then came down to see one of the other bands who was playing --Dawn of Ashes. Rotny and Kristoff are working on a side project called Urilia, so it was kinda neat to see them live. Are you guise loving all these links? Rot said he'd almost want to go... almost.

My widdle Lulu also surprised me as she usually does. Surprise ninja hugs from behind. She's nailed it down to a tee. <3

It was good times. I was surprised that everything went as smoothly as it did. Normally, when I go to Bar Sinister, there's always some stupid awkward shit that happens. 

Oh, Hollywood, you're so stupid.

Ugh, speaking of stupid Hollywood, Miley Cyrus and some dude came to my work again. I asked her if anyone bugged her in the parking lot. She said no, but she remembers how annoying it was last time. Piece of shit paparazzi were blocking traffic trying to get photos of her and pissing off everyone else trying to get in/leave. She looked at me and smiled with this look of 'oh god please don't freak out.' I didn't, but damn. Paparazzi are the biggest pieces of shit of all time. It should be legal to fire a paintball gun into their eyes. They'd probably be more inclined to not harass anyone at that point. Can't take pictures much with busted eye balls and overflowing eye sockets full of blood and lymph fluid much now, can ya? =\

Also, I've decided to put commissions on hold until I've received all payments for my last distribution.

Business is icky. I should learn how to work with MS Excel. Yuck.