1/16/07
People are funny. First folks will ramble on and on about how they don't care about the opinions of other people. Next thing you know their online presence is suddenly private. Morons.
People are funny. First folks will ramble on and on about how they don't care about the opinions of other people. Next thing you know their online presence is suddenly private. Morons.
in case you missed it
I still exist and persist despite my best efforts. Irrelevant to all but I have nothing to say right now.
y'know
I keep fearing that I'm going to wake up one day and I'll be back in New Jersey. It's May of 2000, rebeka's pestering me for sex at LambdaMOO while Kinja's being coy and I'm broke and fucked in the head.
Insult to injury, I'm sure that I won't even remember the ups and downs of my dream being a grownup out in Colorado.
In Yer Dreams
So yeah I was at home on a Wednesday. Must've been pre-2001 because my room was a mess, I had less fat and didn't have a pot to piss in. It was dark and my father had come downstairs and walked right into my room. What struck me as strange was that the door wasn't closed in the first place. I pulled up the covers and pretended to sleep hoping he'd go away and leave me alone. Ooh, excitement.
