NorthernPlato's blog

and I'll WoW if I want to, WoW if I want to.  You would WoW to if it ...err...fuck, I lost it. 


Yup, I'm now a lvl 28 human writer!  Woot!  I'm still at a loss as to where I find my class trainer, and I'm debating where to put this talent point.

Don't get what I'm doing here?  Well, it's because you're a slacker and don't play WoW.  That's not my fault.  That's your fault.  :P

So today, a few days before my birthday, I bruised something.   I curse the snow and ice with every bone in my body, but I curse most vehemently with the one around my ass.

Well, for the last week and a bit, my PC at work was fucked.  We don't have XP disks because the boss had hired someone to upgrade the stuff for him.  I'm beginning to doubt the, umm, authenticity of the software used.  *cough*  So basically, no messaging software at all works on my PC and I can't stream anything worth a shit.  Thus, no site chat  :(

alright, so it only took 30 seconds to do the google search, but fuck it.  :P

Now Ive got me a pic, instead of the default.  yay for me.

Ok, my bad.  There seems to be some confusion as to what Im talk about.  This old Tauren is getting forgetful, and its been a long time since Ive tried to tell a story.  It seems in my haste to tell the story, I forgot the most important part of the story: the begining.

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Ok, thats not entirely true.  I dont hate the rain.  I do prefer not to get wet though.

I share an office with a coworker, and her taste in music is, well, shitty by my standards.  So when Im trying to write (which is what I do for a living), I prefer silence or music that doesnt suck goat balls.

My music of choice?  Linkin Park or Audio Slave.  The problem with listening to Audio Slave on a drab, meloncholy day like today should be obvious to anyone thats ever listened to their first album.  The result?

Yet the Expectations Remain

Well, I was meandering around the shores of Tanaris last week, hunting turtles for their scales.  I can make turtles scale armour now, thanks to a friendly Tauren in Camp Mojave.  She is quite the master leatherworker, I must say.