So D-Day rolls around once again, just in time for the antichrist superstar (moi) to scorn you all with her punishing debut of the Surly Dick Who Lives On.
Aw man, and here I was assuming it was another online Jen poser who ripped off my entries verbatim. But lollerskates at the interest in fairies.
I don't own a myspace, to the chagrin of my friends who try to impose it's firey wrath of HTML-botched Hades onto my list of websites I permeate. I hate their blogs, and I'd prefer someone didn't add me on the premise that I am "hot ass" (despite my lack of trendy cosmetic tan) as opposed to my writing. I'd consider making one if by some unholy twist of fate that I ever became famous, or if I went through with the modelling idea and wanted to self-promote. But other than that it's bereft of purpose for me.
I'm not really absent from livejournal; I read everyone's shit on my friends-page (heaven forbid people actually get flabbergasted when I don't respond to EVERYTHING) and sometimes I'll comment here and there, but since I've moved to this apartment I've suffered a horrendous writer's block. I used to have loyal readers but they all sold their soul to gayspace, not to mention I can't seem to conjure up anything humorous to bitch about since September. Btw, I'm moving to a house (humorously enough on the same street as this apartment) within the week so perhaps my "chi" will balance itself out and I'll have shit to lament about/discuss.
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i think i found ye...
ITS LIKE LOOKING IN A MIRROR HUH?!
=P~
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I don't own a myspace, to the chagrin of my friends who try to impose it's firey wrath of HTML-botched Hades onto my list of websites I permeate. I hate their blogs, and I'd prefer someone didn't add me on the premise that I am "hot ass" (despite my lack of trendy cosmetic tan) as opposed to my writing. I'd consider making one if by some unholy twist of fate that I ever became famous, or if I went through with the modelling idea and wanted to self-promote. But other than that it's bereft of purpose for me.
I'm not really absent from livejournal; I read everyone's shit on my friends-page (heaven forbid people actually get flabbergasted when I don't respond to EVERYTHING) and sometimes I'll comment here and there, but since I've moved to this apartment I've suffered a horrendous writer's block. I used to have loyal readers but they all sold their soul to gayspace, not to mention I can't seem to conjure up anything humorous to bitch about since September. Btw, I'm moving to a house (humorously enough on the same street as this apartment) within the week so perhaps my "chi" will balance itself out and I'll have shit to lament about/discuss.
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