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I had every intention of going to bed over an hour ago. Really, I did. And I'm super exhausted. I just don't want to get in bed.
I've been scrolling Facebook and LiveJournal for the past hour or so. And it's been incredibly anticlimactic. Seriously. No one uses fucking LiveJournal anymore. And I was one of those people. Why the hell am I back? Someone said to me today "Didn't you stop using LiveJournal a long time ago?" Yeah. I did. Eight months ago. And before then
you know what? if these cats were kids, I would have spanked them a LONG fucking time ago. Bad motherfuckers!
What was I saying? Oh. Yeah. Before last December, it was every month or so. You know.. check in and say hi/have a random rant kinda thing. 7 months is the biggest gap I ever had on this damn website. And I've made hundreds and hundreds of posts. HUNDREDS. Well over two thousand. In only a few years. That's sick. Did I ever mention I have/had no life? lol
The best part is I never have anything good to talk about and my posts are STILL always nine miles long.
This userpic of me is SO old. It's from the first time Reigh was in New York with me. She was in the picture too but the picture of her was just soooo bad and I just looked SOOO good. lol. This picture's fucking 4 years old. I could have gone through high school again since then.
My god how time flies.
I'm 22 fucking years old. Holy shit. All the fun birthdays are over now. I can vote, drink, have sex, smoke, whatever. All I have to look forward to now is retirement at age 65. And I don't even have a career yet. Fuck.
I have to go back to school next week. Classes start in 2 days. I won't be there, though. Well, maybe I'll make an appearance on Tuesday. Wednesday I'm praying to fly out to Toronto and I'm also praying not to be back until Sunday. That gives me enough time to see Dr. MacLean, re-do my tattoo and.. sightsee? Go drink at some random, sleazy Toronto gay bar.. get picked up by some big, old, leather bear daddy. Just kidding.
I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR!!!
Fuck I'm tired. You can tell. Read the shit I'm typing.
I'm excited to be in a city where almost no one knows me. The Cliks know me and S. Bear Bergman knows me and some internet people know me, but that's it. No one else knows me. Wow. I love it! I can run off and do something really stupid there and no one will care cos they don't know me! HEHEHEHE. Sounds like time for some mischief!!! ^_^ This trip might be fantabulously fun. hehe fantabulous. If I have to go alone, it might be a little less fun, though. O.o Oh well, I'm not going to worry about that right now.
HOLY SHIT I have to meet up with S. Bear Bergman while I'm there! I COMPLETELY FORGOT! As soon as I find out when I can go (tomorrow, I hope!), I need to call him and make a date. Well, not a DATE. But at the same time, a date. lol. Maybe I'll email Lucas and Nolan too and see what they're up to. What the hell - why not? Some drinks would be nice. Minus the big old leather bear daddy thing. I'm not exactly into that. :P
I should REALLY try and sleep. It's 2 in the damn morning. God damn. I kind of miss being up all night and sleeping all day. I love how deserted everything gets at night... quiet, calm.. dark. Daytime is so hectic and fast-paced and.. weird. Daylight fucks with my head. I swear, if it wouldn't have been for last night's garlic, I'd swear I was a vampire sometimes. Minus the blood sucking evilness, I mean.
Seriously. Am I typing this shit or am I dreaming that I'm typing this bullshit? Cos it's hilarious and yet I'm sitting here stone-faced like I'm watching someone else type it and I'm just NOT amused. In fact, I bet if someone were to look at me right now, they'd think I was typing an angry letter to someone. I probably look something like D:< right now. Rawr. Im'ma eatchoo. *hiss*
Now I have Just Dance stuck in my head. That weird verse..
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
That shit makes my head feel weird. She should have fucked around with it so that it parts of it sounded like it was from the right speaker while the rest sounded like it was coming from the left. I would be awesome to hear that on headphones like that.
Ok I really need to go to bed.. I'm falling asleep at this desk now. haha
I've been scrolling Facebook and LiveJournal for the past hour or so. And it's been incredibly anticlimactic. Seriously. No one uses fucking LiveJournal anymore. And I was one of those people. Why the hell am I back? Someone said to me today "Didn't you stop using LiveJournal a long time ago?" Yeah. I did. Eight months ago. And before then
you know what? if these cats were kids, I would have spanked them a LONG fucking time ago. Bad motherfuckers!
What was I saying? Oh. Yeah. Before last December, it was every month or so. You know.. check in and say hi/have a random rant kinda thing. 7 months is the biggest gap I ever had on this damn website. And I've made hundreds and hundreds of posts. HUNDREDS. Well over two thousand. In only a few years. That's sick. Did I ever mention I have/had no life? lol
The best part is I never have anything good to talk about and my posts are STILL always nine miles long.
This userpic of me is SO old. It's from the first time Reigh was in New York with me. She was in the picture too but the picture of her was just soooo bad and I just looked SOOO good. lol. This picture's fucking 4 years old. I could have gone through high school again since then.
My god how time flies.
I'm 22 fucking years old. Holy shit. All the fun birthdays are over now. I can vote, drink, have sex, smoke, whatever. All I have to look forward to now is retirement at age 65. And I don't even have a career yet. Fuck.
I have to go back to school next week. Classes start in 2 days. I won't be there, though. Well, maybe I'll make an appearance on Tuesday. Wednesday I'm praying to fly out to Toronto and I'm also praying not to be back until Sunday. That gives me enough time to see Dr. MacLean, re-do my tattoo and.. sightsee? Go drink at some random, sleazy Toronto gay bar.. get picked up by some big, old, leather bear daddy. Just kidding.
I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR!!!
Fuck I'm tired. You can tell. Read the shit I'm typing.
I'm excited to be in a city where almost no one knows me. The Cliks know me and S. Bear Bergman knows me and some internet people know me, but that's it. No one else knows me. Wow. I love it! I can run off and do something really stupid there and no one will care cos they don't know me! HEHEHEHE. Sounds like time for some mischief!!! ^_^ This trip might be fantabulously fun. hehe fantabulous. If I have to go alone, it might be a little less fun, though. O.o Oh well, I'm not going to worry about that right now.
HOLY SHIT I have to meet up with S. Bear Bergman while I'm there! I COMPLETELY FORGOT! As soon as I find out when I can go (tomorrow, I hope!), I need to call him and make a date. Well, not a DATE. But at the same time, a date. lol. Maybe I'll email Lucas and Nolan too and see what they're up to. What the hell - why not? Some drinks would be nice. Minus the big old leather bear daddy thing. I'm not exactly into that. :P
I should REALLY try and sleep. It's 2 in the damn morning. God damn. I kind of miss being up all night and sleeping all day. I love how deserted everything gets at night... quiet, calm.. dark. Daytime is so hectic and fast-paced and.. weird. Daylight fucks with my head. I swear, if it wouldn't have been for last night's garlic, I'd swear I was a vampire sometimes. Minus the blood sucking evilness, I mean.
Seriously. Am I typing this shit or am I dreaming that I'm typing this bullshit? Cos it's hilarious and yet I'm sitting here stone-faced like I'm watching someone else type it and I'm just NOT amused. In fact, I bet if someone were to look at me right now, they'd think I was typing an angry letter to someone. I probably look something like D:< right now. Rawr. Im'ma eatchoo. *hiss*
Now I have Just Dance stuck in my head. That weird verse..
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
That shit makes my head feel weird. She should have fucked around with it so that it parts of it sounded like it was from the right speaker while the rest sounded like it was coming from the left. I would be awesome to hear that on headphones like that.
Ok I really need to go to bed.. I'm falling asleep at this desk now. haha