So I am sitting here at my computer, I know big shock right? It's 4:13 AM, I have a cigarette, hand rolled, burning slowly in the ash tray to my left, it's wispy tendrils of smoke wafting before my eyes. To my right a steaming cup of tea, not Earl Grey. I wish it was Earl Grey, but no, just some cheap generic black tea from a local super market.

I've been up late again, or perhaps I should say I've been up early again, let's face it late has long since come and gone. I have been watching one of my many televised obsessions the current visions that dance before my eyes are of a methodical serial killer by the name of Dexter Morgan. If you do not know the name Google it, this is the internet after all.

I mention this because today Stephanie's aunt, who I am sure is a lovely old lady, found out that she will be moving out to California with me very soon. Apparently this Aunt of my dearest love's had a small fit and decided that I might be a serial killer. In a panic or perhaps as a joke, who knows how these old women think, she sends her an email warning her of such.

This thought. Me, a Serial Killer. It makes me want to laugh. I am as close to the antithesis of a serial killer as one could get. I'm messy, I'm chaotic, blunt, loud mouthed and most importantly the very thought, just the thought of harming another living soul fills me with a revulsion I can scarcely describe.

Don't get me wrong I've seen my fair share of battle and I have the scars to prove such. It's just the intent of those battles were never to cause harm. The intent of those battles was to survive, to defend myself or my cherished loved ones or what I believed was right and just. Thankfully those days are behind me.

Now normally I keep these odd thoughts and self reflections inside. You might be able to tell from my serious lack of every writing on this thing. But sitting here, watching this amazing drama unfold in Dexter's life has caused me to ponder something. A query of profound interest to me that I must share.

If I, dear reader were to take you aside. You , a loved one or a long time friend. If I were to sit you down look you straight in the eye and confess to you. To say to you in all seriousness that I Stephen Wright were a Serial Killer. That I murdered other human beings. Criminals who had some how slipped through the cracks and escaped justice's cold blind stare. What would you say to me?

So Steph and I were really bored tonight and decided to have one of the strangest conversations I have yet to have with her and let me tell you there ahve been some crazy ones so here it is!

Kitten-Cudgel says:
 So lets do something fun
 You there love?
Metalsyko says:
 Yeah.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 I saaaaaiiiid "Let's do something fun!"
Metalsyko says:
 o_o
 What did you have in mind?
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 I dunno!
 Any Ideas?
Metalsyko says:
 Not a one.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 Pool on Pogo?
 You seem mildly.. distracted.
Metalsyko says:
 I'm just kinda ... blah.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 I is sorry
Metalsykosays:
 No worries.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 I is worried you sure you do not want to pop in and do soem stuff with one our many toons?
Metalsyko says:
 Not really ... nothing I really wanna do.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 <cry>
Metalsyko says:
 I mean it seems kinda silly for me to just log in and stand around.
Kitten-Cudgelsays:
 We could do something <laughs> Dailies, get a group for something. I don't know.
Metalsyko says:
 *shrug*
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 GAH!
 <shoots himself>
Metalsyko says:
 O_o
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 I am sorry but the user you are trying to contact can not view your emoticon for he is dead to a self inflicted gun shot would to the face due to apathy
Metalsykosays:
 o_o  *pokes with stick*
 *looks left*
 *looks right*
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 <is poked, no responce>
Metalsyko says:
 ...well, no sense in wasting time while he's still warm.  *takes pants off*
Kitten-Cudgelsays:
 That ....
 Is....
 Soo...
 WRONG!
Metalsyko says:
 Well you're the one who shot yourself in the face.  Now hold still a'fore rigor sets in.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 Wouldn't you want to wait for Rigor...
 >.>
 <.<
Metalsyko says:
 Well I gotta get you all situated and stuff.  You're awfully chatty for a dead guy.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 Maybe I'm a Zombie?
 Huh?
 You ever think about that miss rape the dead guy?
Metalsyko says:
 Well it seems I'm going to be boned in more ways than one.
Kitten-Cudgel says:
 <cue rim shot>

We got problems <laughs>

Hello all two people who apparently give a shit about what I have to say!

The bitter chill of morning has settled into  my bones, steam rises from the mouth of my favorite coffee cup and as I grasp my Zippo, the one with the words E Vil etched into it's face, to light a cigarette I feel it's ice cold metallic skin and wonder to myself..

WHY THE HELL IS IT SO GORRAM COLD IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA!

I mean seriously it's -expletive deleted- cold up in this Motha' -expletive deleted-!

It's maintenance day! Oh the pain of waiting around for the game to come back up so I can sit around and pretty much do nothing. The Guild, Nightsong Militia (for those who care and don't know) is doing great. We recently have gotten our first heroic team together and are gearing up plowing through heroics on pretty much a daily basis. It also seems an old friend of the guild a fellow Elemental Shaman by the name of Gulthrak has once again found us and is trying to get our lazy asses to join his guild Lords of War in some raiding.

Being a level 80 Elemental Shaman is prolly more fun than it should be (totems, totems, tomes, TOTEMS!) our heroic team is pretty good we have an Enhance Shaman (Eharne), Elemental Shaman (Zakala/Me!), Hunter (Zjinga), Priest (Meoliki) and a Death Knight Tank (Gerson) it's a pretty potent little team with plenty of "Oh Shit!" buttons. Now if only we could get enough people to have a static Naxx 10 group.

I have officially brought the old D&D group back together for Monday Night D&D which so far is turning out to be fun (One session down) I am playing a Shifter Druid named Ivan, who will eventually become a Were Touched Master and then finish off his career as a Dual Wield Ranger who through the afore mentioned prestige class will be a Werebear! Provided of course that her survives to level 12 *laughs*

Nothing much else going on, Steph and I ahve become major contributors to a LJ community called Warcraftsues and that has been -a lot- of fun and if you haven't already and you play World of Warcraft then you should check the place out!

and that is all I have to say about that!

It's morning, I've actually slept... It's maintenance day on WoW... I have THREE HOURS until it's back up... Why do I feel like I am waiting for my crack connection to get home from work?

I am in desperate need of entertainment...

So maybe if I can think of anything I will rant...

Let's see...

I really can't think of anything to rant about so I'll just talk about random crap...

So everything with Steph and I is going pretty damn awesome. It's getting close to a year for us now and I've honestly never been happier, of course I'd be a sight happier if she were here in Cali with me but as things are going right now that may be a while. It's not that big of a deal I see her everyday, well not "see" her but I am with her every day and that is great. We never -really- fight, I mean we have our little tifts and arguements but for some reason they never seerm to escalate into anything huge. We argue, talk shit to each other, laugh about it, and it's over... It's amazing and I never want it to end.

Honestly I have to admit that right now in California I am quite lonely. My friends that I have had since High School are all out doing their own things now and it's harder and harder to get together and have some fun. Being broke doesn't help, so when plans are made I either can't go or if I do I am forced to sponge off them the whole time we're out and about and that shit drives me crazy. they never complain about it but still it hurts my soul.

As far as World of Warcrack is concerned everything in there is going as smooth as can be expected, I love my guild and it's members even if they do drive me bonkers every day. Steph and I are working on our second characters to reach this expansions level cap and I am having a great time, I've never enjoyed constantly being in a group with someone until I met her. Normally I am Mr.Solo but I hate not doing things with her it's crazy. Everything we do, when done together is stupidly silly and fun.

And that's all i have to say about that.

So today I find out that Steph's last IC guy for ZJ, the one mentioned in the post below has decided to once again grace our server with his character after transfering, this time in the form of a DK (Oh god will the Emo ever fucking stop?) I seriously can not believe this tool has honest to gawd balls this big but.

This fucker on MSN, asks Steph if she still RPS ZJ, and Steph of course answers some form of yes, he then proceeds to tell her that He now has to think up another person to RP as his ghoul... I am seriously not fucking joking, not only did this smacktard expect her to kill off her character after they ended the relationship he now wants to RP her as his Emo ass lamer of a DK's Ghoul... WTF!?!?!


and that is all I have to say about that.

So here we go a real entry into my journal....

Obama gets sworn in tomorrow!

This day has been too long coming, I recall back in High School and in my early twenties when I was a hard core SHARP (Skin Head Against Racial Prejudice) and a member of the ARA (Anti Racist Action) we would discuss things such as the first Black President, it was always joking, never once actually thinking that our country could -ever- get over it's racist foundations and see past skin color.

I am so very happy and proud to have been wrong.

So... I started yet another WoW Character...

Well I shouldn't  say I started him, I've had him for over six months he was pretty much made to make Steph happy about her hunter again, she had a real bad RP relationship with a cat, who for the sake of politeness will remain nameless, basically from what I get from the whole situation is that all he wanted was Cyber and would pretty much RP anything he had to in order to get said cyber and when said cyber went away, So did he, and their whole storyline went with him.

That's not the best part of the little fuckaroo either, the best part is this craptastic horn dog mofo actually had the brazen brass balls to ask her to -kill- off both her character and the IC baby they had through many months of Steph RPing out being pregnant and all that rot. Why did he ask her this? My guess is so he could try and use their IC deaths as fodder for pity cybers and horribly Emo RP.

So after hearing of this tragic, story I decided to man up and make a replacement Troll for her, cause that's how I roll son! But
unfortunately after getting four toons to seventy I just didn't have it in me to level him. Then, oh then I found the joy of all joys in World of Warcraft...

Recruit-A-Friend levels!

Nothing in WoW and I mean -NOTHING- beats the sight of a character going from level ten to level forty in two fricken minutes. So there he sat at forty for about a month as Steph and I got Vazok and Nishka to eighty. I never thought I would actually get the resolve to actually finish him, as much as I love Steph and want to make her as happy as I possibly can, the prospect of getting to seventy again was just too daunting of a vision of misery and pain.

Then Steph's account went bye bye (until we can get it back up) and I decided to putz around on him, I found a new joy! Elemental Shaman  so much -fun- I love this toon -love- him. I can not wait until I get him to seventy and Steph and I head out to Northrend together once again!

And that is all I have to say for now.

All work and no play makes Stephen, Something, Something...

Here I am, new life, new journal. I may even actually post in this one.