Everyone's Way Too Deep into My Business on Day 32

HELL ON AZEROTH: DAY 4

Oh sure. On the training grounds, the little bastard's all business, completely professional. Total amnesia about what he did last night. I could just fucking kill him.

But it gets better. One of Vol'jin's lackeys was at Grommash Hold when I swore the stupidest god damn oath known to man or Troll, I'm sure, and now every fucking Troll in the Echo Isles knows about it.

I can just imagine how it went down:

Lackey: Gather 'round, peoples, you not gonna be-lieve what ah just heard.

Miscellaneous Troll: Anyting wit' the war goin' on? We gettin' called up tuh fight?

Lackey: Pfft. Fuck duh war. Dis is better. Crazy human. [shakes head and chuckles]

Miscellaneous Troll: What, dat Karie dat's always hangin' out wit' Roznik?

Lackey: Ya, mon. On'y she better behave herself, cause guess what she did?

Miscellaneous Troll: [hushed whisper] What she do?

Lackey: She gone and swore an oat' to duh Warchief not to fuck nobody for a mont'.

Miscellaneous Troll: [mouth agape, speechless]

Lackey: [nods] Ya, mon. No fuckin', no wankin', no kissin'... for a mont'.

Miscellaneous Troll: How she gonna survive?

Lackey: She gonna suffer sometin' awful, dat be sure.

Miscellaneous Troll: Why she go and do a ting like dat?

Lackey: Provin' loyalty to duh Horde.

Miscellaneous Troll: [nods] Dat'll do it.

Yeah. Fuck you people. Spare me your pitying looks and snickers, too.

And guess what Jerknik is doing? Hovering. That's right. He's always next to me, giving anyone who comes around the stink-eye. I thought he was being protective because of the whole Zuti thing... or maybe I stupidly hoped that's what he was doing, but no. He's marking territory. Making sure everyone knows that when the thirty days are up, he's first in line. He's calling dibs, for fuck's sake! He's constantly got a paw on me somewhere: my back, my shoulder, my arm, my ass (jerk)...

God, that pisses me off! And it's sort of... annoyingly flattering at the same time, which makes me even more mad. Damn. I kind of like being fussed over, I guess. And I suppose his constant presence has sort of made it easier to talk to him, get to know him better...

What he's told me is that he can give me what I need, better than anyone else can or would. Arrogant son of a bitch. Like he even has a clue what I need. Shit, if I don't know, how can he? Jerk.

But I swear, if he didn't have a really awesome mom, I'd be kicking his ass to the curb. I mean that. Really.