I haven't been writing in Tankspot because I'm bored. I have plenty of projects to do and plenty of work but... I can't see the point anymore. I'm at a dreaded block, chipping away at the wall with fingernails.
So I'll write about Illidan. Last night, my guild made our first attempt where we got him to the last phase, finishing at 21% which was pretty breath-taking. I tanked one Flame of Azzinoth.
But earlier in the day, I rushed terribly to get to 260 Fire Resistence. I had naively thought that I was set with all the badge gear, not realizing that so many other materials were necessary to get to a set number. The generosity of a rogue with his leg enchant (I had collected all the mats before I was just about to head out to Dire Maul) and crafting my Flame kits, a mage who helped me with tremendous patience through my OCD tendencies to loot everything for a very long quest chain and a shaman who helped me finish off the elite boss. To think I panicked that I wouldn't be able to get anything done, especially with my mother visiting for the weekend. I'm just really glad that I know some really cool people.
I keep getting distracted! Drawing little sketches, checking wowinsider for Blizzcon updates, thinking of this website where they post funny tells from wow...
I must have a crush. Oy. I really want to ask this fellow out but, when I look at it honestly, I realize we don't even have a foundation of friendship to build on...only a mutual grinding of personalities where I enrage and he...enjoys the raging. I fantasize about pinning him down and making him endure a stream of bad grammar, just something to make him NOT right. Sigh, I'm twisted. At least almost everyone in guild knows and accepts this...even a raid leader made a crack of something S&M related...wish I remembered what! Anyways, I want to be friends with a guy I'm interested in, not just sex buddies.
Speaking of sex buddies, I truly don't know what to do about finding a committed relationship and playing around. I don't believe it has to be either/or but it's hard to find an open-minded fellow who can wrap their heads around it. I mean on Saturday, I had the opportunity to meet with two lovely men who were in a relationship and get simulateously stimulated with groping and having my hair pulled. My fine behind, washed with his perpetual hardon as his boyfriend lovingly gazes at both of us and kissing his other with a hard passion, nuzzling above the crowd as they grow heated with the beat of the music. My fingers teasing his ass, marveling how beautiful they look, especially giggling to myself of how "frat boy" they look with their flannel/jeans/baseball cap combos. How can I ever pass up that? Would I ever want to?
That night did come with a price of a very swollen foot that is recovering for a large, broken blister and ringing in my ears. We'll have to see in a few days whether dancing for 5 hours straight was worth it. But as a friend said, ears and feet heal, memories last forever...or something like that. :)
I should write more about Illidan and the crappy happy adds which are a pain to tank but it's time for me to limp home.
