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Like any World of Warcfart player, i have (woops dropped my scone) i have adopted an uber fast typing habit to be able to respond to friends and guild members  messaging me while i try to kill things in dungeouns.

This means i make lots of typos. Either i hold down a key too long and make a double letter where only a singel should be, accidentally hit 2 keis at once, hit the wrong key entirely or sumply spell word halfways backwards. Sometimes my brain tricks me and i`ll type entirely the wrong letter… very seldom are my typos actual spelling erros.

TO be fair i usually backtrack and try to correct the typos before sending the message out, but a few occasionally get released into the wild ethernets. Thankfull this happens seldom enough that i am not mostaken for some retarded kid who mispells word on purpose to be “cute”. Fucking retards they are/ Blizzard calls it a Rogue? Let`s adopt the common mispelling and forever call it a Rouge! I will gank you with my lipstick and or blush!

Anyways i thought this idea would be mildly entertaining die to the fact that i just woke up and do twice as many typos  while my fingers are still sleep numb. I think i`ll actually go back and make every typos bold. Fun game! See if i missed any typos or errors! ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

Irritate Your Loved Ones by Sharing

The names of the persons concerned have been changed to preserve anonymity, to Daisy & Donald Duck and friends.

So i was quite resolved to work through Halloween weekend and ignore everyone else enjoying my favorite time of year. I did some make up for my friend and i was content with at least having contributed.

My dear friend Daisy has been going through a break up with her long time guy. She and i bonded a bit since the summer, since we were two friends`s in a similar situation. We went out for beers and vented and counseled each other… whatever. We both had guys who had a Dr Jeckyll Mr Hyde complex.

However… her situation is a bit extreme. Her guy is an Irish immigrant known as Donald. He had a work visa that expired in April this year. So technically, he`s been here working illegally since then. I`ve gotten to know the 2 of them over the last 3 years and we got along great. So when Daisy started sharing some of the issues she`d been having, i was very surprised.

Donald has a drinking problem. And his drinking was what cause his Mr Hyde to come out. Unlike my own guy, who just became a bit of an ass i can`t communicate with, Donald became abusive and even violent in some cases. About 2 months ago, they resolved to end the relationship for good. Daisy was to continue living with until she could move out on Dec 1st. One month ago, Daisy showed up with a tiny old bruise on her neck, and her wrist in a cast. She told me in private that Donald had been smashed a few days ago, and attempted to strangle her (hence the bruised neck) which caused her to punch him in the head in defense and break a bone in her wrist in the process.

Now, Daisy, much like myself, is a woman of strong character. I have faith in her to handle situations of the sort on her own, and not become a victim, despite her petite physique. Seeing Donald in social situations conduct himself properly ashamed and humbled only reaffirmed my feelings.

But the next time we sat down for a beer, it became apparent Daisy was starting to wear very thin on the surface. It seemed these violent outbursts were more frequent than i had been led to believe. She decided to spend her nights elsewhere for most of last week rather than to deal with Donald. I can only be supportive, i offered my couch if she needed it. But when she called for a favor on Sunday evening, it wasn`t for a place to sleep.

“Can you do me a huge favor” she asked in a very embarrassed voice ” Can you go bail Donald out of Jail?” ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

Irritate Your Loved Ones by Sharing

I woke up this morning at the sound of a text message from my photographer, mere minutes before my alarms was to go off. Joy and Jubilation, today`s shoot was canceled! Having been up working until 3am the previous night, i gladly rolled over and fell back asleep. Bliss!

I woke up 2 hours later, well rested, to an concerned Keith text. “WTF, you said you`d do Fuck Mondays this week!”

“No problem” i said. “I just woke up. I`ll take care of it.”

I confidently got up and put on my “i`m staying home fuckers!” clothes. I drag my feet over to the washroom for my morning poop.

"The Anguish"

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Irritate Your Loved Ones by Sharing