Playing With TP

You fickle, frustratingly fun thing you! Yes you, I am looking at you Black Lion Trading Co. You tempt me with mad gold, parading it around in front of my poor poor self. Dangling the temptation to play with you. You are my ultimate carrot, but the stick you are attached to is covered in barbed-wire and electrodes.

Yet, I still come crawling back, like a scalded scritt, to open your delicious tabs for some more slices of humble pie.

I took my little bit of saving the other day and rolled them into dyes. My sister, damn her lucky ass hide, got 6 Abyss dyes and a bunch of gold. I was all like "Ohhhh, I can do that too!"

I was wrong, so very very wrong. See there is this thing in normal people that say STOP. I am lacking that thing. That thing is so borked. So I had 39 gold. Now I am a broke peasant to my sisters Rollin in the Dough' lady. *evil glare* I totally blame her. Yep.

Also LMAO, I forgot I had this! Which makes the title of this post true two ways. It also proves that I am 12 at heart, or it may be that I spend way too much time with my little nephews....

Pawsha lamented the lack of a public sand box. But in true cat fashion decided that the statue was now hers..