i beg to dream and differ from the hollowed eyes
my computer is finally fixed. our love affair has resumed, and we make love every night until sunrise.*
*i'm talking about battlefield 2, not pornography.
sometimes when i go to livejournal, i want to type a long story about my life that is complete fiction. i want to make journal entries about adventures i've had, and beautiful women who have desired (and posessed) me. sometimes i want to pretend like i have something really emotive to type, just because nobody would ever know the difference anyway.
most of the times, though, i just end up babbling and over-using first person pronouns. i think it's because i'm too cowardly to actually write those things. it's not the fear that my friends will be misinformed, but that i won't do it justice with my writing, and that the idea will lose it's attractiveness. how perverse a mindset...
*i'm talking about battlefield 2, not pornography.
sometimes when i go to livejournal, i want to type a long story about my life that is complete fiction. i want to make journal entries about adventures i've had, and beautiful women who have desired (and posessed) me. sometimes i want to pretend like i have something really emotive to type, just because nobody would ever know the difference anyway.
most of the times, though, i just end up babbling and over-using first person pronouns. i think it's because i'm too cowardly to actually write those things. it's not the fear that my friends will be misinformed, but that i won't do it justice with my writing, and that the idea will lose it's attractiveness. how perverse a mindset...