I decided to roll a blood elf warlock a few weeks back and finally have the time to play her. I already have my 70 rogue (FORT!) and I am way too impatient to play anything non-DPS. But I wanted to give the spell-casting a go and I figured the 'lock was a good idea. I could even have my dagger (stab! stab!). I was so excited when I got my imp (hello DPS) but why don't I get to name my imp? Why does the game choose a stupid name like Karqua? I liked Guild Wars where I named my bear Bart. Bart was awesome. As Jadeblue increased in levels, Bart increased in size until he was comparable to a small car. I miss Bart.

X96's morning radio show (Radio from Hell), has a fabulous segment they do every Wednesday entitled "Things That Must Go." One week it will be the DJs' list of things that must go, the next week they read the lists of listeners. As I have been a fan of Radio From Hell (Kerry, Bill and Gina) for many years (5), I have heard many lists and many things that just really need to go. I consider this segment absolutely fabulous, as it reminds me that pretty much everyone (at least those who listen to a show called "Radio From Hell") is easily irritated, onrery and grumpy like me.

And now, I bring you my current Top 5 list of Things That Must Go. Enjoy.

5. Drivers that block an entire lane in a parking lot with their blinker on, waiting for someone currently loading their car to leave so they can take their spot. You are causing a major traffic jam by doing that, so unless you have small kids or a wheelchair, keep on drivin'. It won't kill you to walk another few feet to the store. God gave you legs for a reason.

4. Hotel guests who insist on 5 wakeup calls every 10 minutes. I am not a freakin' snooze button. There is one of those on the alarm clock in your room.

3. People with pimped out monster trucks who never tow or haul anything. W-A-S-T-E.

2. The entire Alliance guild Misfit Toys on the Emerald Dream World of Warcraft server. 'Nuff said.

1. The construction company that blocks our driveway every morning then swears at us when we ask them to move. We've done this same dance every morning all summer! This is not brand new information!

Back in college, a verbal history was started entitled "Jenny's Adventures." By the end of 4 years at the University of Utah, Jenny's Adventures had somewhere around 20+ chapters, many with co-authors, footnotes, subtitles and references. When I joined the real working world, Jenny's Adventures was left by the wayside and forgotten. Then I started a blog, mainly for pure kicks and giggles, but starting the blog reminded me of those Adventures...and oh, what adventures they were. There was the vulture and the schmuck, the endless parade of oddball roommates, and the autopsy stench that would never leave.

Even though it has only been 5 years since I graduated, I have forgotten most of my stories and adventures. It makes me sad to realize that I can forget so much in such a short period. At this rate, what am I going to remember when I'm 70 or 80? Who besides me cares, anyway? So I am blogging mainly for myself and my own sanity, but also anyone who knows me knows well enough that I love to tell stories. That is how Jenny's Adventures started in the first place. Now I call it Kamikaze Adventuring.....because galavanting into Feralas as a level 20 is a BAD IDEA.

Everyone is coming up with these cute pretty fabulously detailed blogs lately. Its the new scrapbooking. So just because I want to be like everyone else, I am changing my rarely-used, depressingly dark blog to something with a little more color. Because I definitely need more brown in my wardrobe.