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Ohhh, that was a poor choice of words. That was truly ill-chosen.
I get off on this? I am the one who should be... what? Tossed aside, ignored, treated like nothing?
I think not.
"Ever occur to you I was farming the fucking mats?" No. Not ONCE did you even hint at it, or I would happily have waited. Not ONCE did you do anything to make me think that I wouldn't have to find this, do this, myself. And when I DID do it, when I got the fucking enchant I've wanted for months, that I couldn't get on the old server for whatever fucking reason, that I couldn't get on Bonechewer, couldn't get HERE, when I get it, what happens?
Boyo, it's 70g I have left to pay, and I can pay it as slowly as I like. For that matter, before I purchased it, I actually logged on as Colere, Remes, Heyta, checking to see how you were doing on coin, saw you didn't have much, and FUCKING LET YOU BE. I then tried to do something that normally amuses me and normally amuses YOU, you fucked-up little bastard, I tried in a twisted way to be almost NICE, tried NOT to fuck you over as completely as I could have. And what happens?
That's what happens.
Not. A. Thing.
*slight smile* I don't deal well with shit like this, you know that. Learn to keep a reign on that tongue. Or don't.
Right now? I don't care much either way, I'm going to go kill shit to calm down the rest of the way, and wait.
Sooner or later you'll crawl right back into that pretty little box, look up at me, pleading... and likely I'll look at you, pet you, play with you again, you know I enjoy that.
Just remember there are other things I enjoy... and that my temper burns out as quickly as it flares... and that now? I am once again bored.
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