MY LIFE STORY
I'm Goosie, or Tarah, whichever you prefer.
So, about me! I'm 23 and I live in Canada. I love poutine. I grew up in Montreal, Quebec, but never mastered the French language by any stretch of the imagination, and as such, I was exiled by the King of Quebec during a tearful and bloody exchange of wits. Needless to say, if I visit anytime soon, I'm bringing some chain-mail.
Anyway, that's all behind me now. I managed to salvage a young bird from the wreckage, and named him Tatl. I was bad at spelling, what can I say? He was a yellow budgie, then, but I like to think that now he's more of a Pikachu. We'll save that decision for the bird gods.
Now, since moving, it has admittedly been a rough journey. My mother decided to take up with a dastardly alcohol and cliff vendor. The cliff was great, despite the slight risk of death by cliffwalkingoffof, but she's really no fun when she's had too much alcohol-flavored drunkatizers. Plus, she ended up jumping the vendor's bones, and I mean, I'm all for a little fun in the sack, but she never brought ME that much ice cream sundae.
Anyway, I decided I was old enough to set up shop, and was never very fond of Alberta, to boot. So, I packed my things, bade them farewell, and rode Tatl to Newfoundland (sometimes he's more of an albatross). Here, I've been welcomed with open arms, hell, I nearly had to set up a restraining order against Princess Margaret IV of Newfieton. She's a bit handsy.
Sure, there were a few road bumps. Apparently the welcoming committee was more of a ruse to try and hide how crappy finding work was! I finally did find a decent place to work not long ago, and while I took no pleasure in serving people mutton day in and day out, it was really the fact that the floor was a lava demon that made me have to quit. Feet can only take so much abuse from a touchy-feely lava demon before it's time to give it a rest. I mean, yes, it was awfully friendly, and it did seem to want someone to love, but I've had flings with lava demons before, and I know there's just no future there. Too goal-oriented, I find.
I eventually fell under the employ of Cheap Larry, working as a cashier at his Cheap Useless Crap Emporium. I wasn't satisfied with that, though, so I decided that it was time to move again. On December 6th of 2009, I flew with Tatl to Ontario. I initially found work with Punching Pam, entering numbers and letters day in and day out. That
didn't work out and then I fell into a financial black hole. Like, literally, a black hole of finances. I mean, do you know how hard it is to survive one of those?
After deciding that it was time to return to my family, an older, wiser, and sufficiently tireder person, we set out on the next leg of my quest. I flew Tatl to my new home and was eventually taken under the employ of a lovely family who needed their three princesses looked after. I worked for some time before being accepted to study in a university program which I'm still attending! I'm learning how to do all kinds of witchcraft, like making those moving picture things, and tediously sitting in front of a monitor to re-do the same mouse click seventeen to one hundred times in a row, and suffering humiliating defeat while sticking objects onto other objects in the name of 'Aht'.
Sadly, in September of 2011, Tatl passed away unexpectedly. I have recently acquired a Bunny Mount
after a sufficient amount of time in mourning. May she steadfastly carry me on my journey for many years to come!
MY GAIA STORY
When I was sixteen or so, I'd gotten bored of the usual drill, you know, acne cream and riding my flock of giant cats to and from school? (Don't ask my friends if they saw them, they're invisible!). So, I heard about this place called Gaia, and I was like, s**t, that sounds incredibly unoriginal! Count me in!
So I put on my virtual reality helmet and took my first steps into the community, where I was immediately pelted by rocks and set on fire. After that mishap, I found my way to a place that truly got me! It was called the Lonely Kingdom Hearts Club for Recovering Sora Addicts. I love Kingdom Hearts, so I totally chilled with them for a while, and then I was like, you know what would make this place even better? Having the ability to lock people out of it and hoarding the love for ourselves!
With the help of some virtuous contributors, I made the Official Lonely Kingdom Hearts Guild for Recovering Sora Addicts. Totally different. It was a hit, too! Kind of, anyway. It's not dead yet, so don't give me that look! ...Well, it's true, I don't do much with it, but...I plan to..eventually! Anyway, the guild has been around since Christmas Eve in 2004. I call it my little Christmas Miracle. Cough. Well, you'd think that would have been the end of my Gaian journey, I mean, owning a guild of slaves is about the most a girl like me could ever have expected to do.
Alas, sometime in December of 2008, I got accepted as a site moderator! I mean, I couldn't believe it, there was chanting, exotic dancing, and some very interesting choices of attire. It. was. awesome. True, there was the ritual sacrifice, and I've never been able to stomach the sight of a hot dog since, but, y'know, other than that, the becoming a moderator ritual chanting dance was a breeze!!