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2003-02-01 ~ 11:59 p.m.
I'm Tour Guide Barbie.With a little prodding and encouragement from my boyfriend, I got back into Mushing. For those of you who don't know what that is, I'd explain but I'm too damn tired and it probably still wouldn't make any sense to you, so you just get to be confused. Anyways, I used to Mush a lot, and I do mean ALOT. I would spend several hours/days online straight. So I got fairly good at it. Eventually I ended up being a Wiz, building and other stuff. One of the things that comes with that though, is talking to the newbies that have no clue what they are doing. I always hated that part. They really frustrated me sometimes. They didn't do it on purpose, I just don't have a lot of patience. I did get used to it and when I thought I would crack and kill a newbie, I just mentioned that they needed to make me a wiz of something that didn't have a lot of people contact. Anyways, apparently I've been trained well, because I was online the other day and someone asked me for help and I immediately told them if they did need anything, just to let me know and I would try to help out. C'mon if that isn't training I don't know what is. Damn brainwashing. I like Mushing, it's my own little escape from reality when I really need it. Well, sorta anyways. I've gotten out of practice, and it's not as far away (figuratively speaking) as it used to be, but it's still something I'll always love. | ||
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