Solutions.
So you may remember my dilemma a few days back.
It has a solution now.
This is my journal. It isn't private, and it never has been; that's why I don't write things in here like 'Chris is a stupid doody-head', but rather, 'someone made me unhappy today'. It isn't a good forum for my heart or my soul or my sex life.
But it's still my journal. I pay for it, I set the interests, I have the password (and that statement is not a challenge). And so I say to you...
If you don't like what I'm saying, please don't read me.
If you feel that my essays and ramblings are an attempt to dictate the lives, writing styles, RP, and poetry of others, please close your browser window and walk away.
If you think that I'm intentionally insulting you with something that I've said or done, please feel free to bring it to my attention...but do not flame me, or come out of the door swinging, or someone's going to get annoyed. I am occasionally hot-tempered. I don't want to host a flame war.
My thoughts are my thoughts, and my dreams are my dreams; I am a chaos theory poet, and the point where the jabberwock meets the unicorn. I am a mother to rats, a companion to Siamese cats, and the sometimes unwilling author of the world's first urban fantasy epic told from the changeling point of view. I am a Californiababy and the One True Blonde, and I know the secret names of the cat.
So please, don't poke, taunt, tease, ruffle, harass, annoy, irritate, incite, infuriate, piss off, smack, enrage, enflame, unhinge or devour the blonde. Don't assume that I hate you unless I've said in so many words 'I hate you'...but don't assume that I love you either, or really that you have any bearing on my life.
This is my journal.
I'm just typing to hear myself think.
It has a solution now.
This is my journal. It isn't private, and it never has been; that's why I don't write things in here like 'Chris is a stupid doody-head', but rather, 'someone made me unhappy today'. It isn't a good forum for my heart or my soul or my sex life.
But it's still my journal. I pay for it, I set the interests, I have the password (and that statement is not a challenge). And so I say to you...
If you don't like what I'm saying, please don't read me.
If you feel that my essays and ramblings are an attempt to dictate the lives, writing styles, RP, and poetry of others, please close your browser window and walk away.
If you think that I'm intentionally insulting you with something that I've said or done, please feel free to bring it to my attention...but do not flame me, or come out of the door swinging, or someone's going to get annoyed. I am occasionally hot-tempered. I don't want to host a flame war.
My thoughts are my thoughts, and my dreams are my dreams; I am a chaos theory poet, and the point where the jabberwock meets the unicorn. I am a mother to rats, a companion to Siamese cats, and the sometimes unwilling author of the world's first urban fantasy epic told from the changeling point of view. I am a Californiababy and the One True Blonde, and I know the secret names of the cat.
So please, don't poke, taunt, tease, ruffle, harass, annoy, irritate, incite, infuriate, piss off, smack, enrage, enflame, unhinge or devour the blonde. Don't assume that I hate you unless I've said in so many words 'I hate you'...but don't assume that I love you either, or really that you have any bearing on my life.
This is my journal.
I'm just typing to hear myself think.