In which Yukie is smug and amused

So I finally said 'fuck to the hell no' to another bullshit idea about myself that, y'know, certain nonbright crayons ground into my brain, and done bought Warcraft III yesterday. So I'm all smug now even if the damn boxart freaks me out gdi arthas what the hell no more caffeine for you dude.

( onward cometh ranting at nobody in particular- just ranting away in general, with a trigger warning for discussion of emotional abuse )

...Wow, I think I need a cigarette after that *points up* tirade of doom. XD That shit felt good.

But - yeah. yesterday was a bigass success even if I ended up walking around for an extra hour because the store I originally wanted to get mom's gift from randomly closed and moved all the ass way down St. Clair somewhere. So now I have a gift for my mom that's cute, I have a fun game I'm going to play the shit out of (and probably rock ass at when I get used to it given that I'm a stealth chessbitch and sooner or later I'll stop being a wuss about the box art lol dorkness), and I'm going to be having fun with dark red Feria dye this weekend.

So yeah. Rantness aside, I'm doing good. XD I'll post the pictures I took while walking later.

ETA: Uh - none of the rabies behind the cut is directed at people here. It's basically at the jerkass memories sitting around in my mind and loitering there like the worst fratboys ever. I doubt anyone was real worried but - yes. Before I met y'all I knew a lot of douche-yacht pagans who liked to think they were Michel de Nostredame or his mom or something, and the gaming thing - yeah, my dad. That's all I have to say about that. We get along well enough now but jesus hell dad.