Ever since lj was blocked at work I feel like I never post anymore, because I don't. All my best thoughts and material come to me when I'm sitting at my desk pondering the stupidity of mankind. All my social commentary, ideas, revelations, musings and rants are now stuck rattling around in my noggin with nowhere to go, and by the time I get home I have too much other stuff to do to sit down and try and make sense of what I thought was a good topic at that point in time. So not fair.
Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid?
Léon: Always like this.
I tried emailing a post a few weeks ago but it didn't go through. I suppose I could start emailing them to myself and posting when I get home, but to me that makes it lose some of the spontaneity of my thoughts. Things just don't seem as interesting when I get home than at the time I thought of it. Oh well.
I actually have so much to say I don't know where to begin or how to even get it all out. See, this is why I'm upset about them blocking my beloved livejournal. I feel like I have so much to write and no opportunity to do so.
I'll tell you this. I'm fucking sick of fake friends and I'm equally as sick of women. Both can go die in a fire for all I freaking care. I have nothing to gain from either phony camp.