writing online
It's just so f-ing weird. I'm doing it for at least three years now and I'm still not really sure why. But I keep on keeping on, now with five different versions. There are two back over to FOD that are dormant, except that I go back more or less monthly hoping they aren't gone. I don't even know why. Is there a delete function? Even here, "they" have to delete it for me. I can't just hit a button and wipe it out. At least it can be privatized. But that's all beside the point. The point being the theme of the day. Sometimes I read people's words and I want to be with them. I feel so desperate sometimes. I went through that with Chammy, Hen, Brian, Max, Gattaca and Stray J. Mostly preverted sexual fantasies, but mostly just wanting real friends. These people seem so real, yet I know that the version that comes through from online writing is some romanticized version of the real thing. I go back and read my old diaries and I think, "Good grief Charlie Brown, will you never learn?"
I want to stay up tonight. Why? Because I have the need to watch "Boy Meets Boy" and "Queer Eye on the Straight Guy," both on the Bravo network. Are they trying to become the gay channel? Most shows about queers are just funny because they're showing queers to mainstream America. I wonder if watching "Will and Grace" could make a homophobic person angry enough to commit a hate crime. Anything is possible.
Meanwhile, back at the office, the office politics are getting riotous. Things that have been simmering for a long, long time have all seemed to burst at once. There was an almost 20 percent turnover at the end of the fiscal year, and now there is a frantic shuffling of office space. Real estate is not something to be messed with lightly. So, once that first domino falls it's time to beware the steamroller. Mixed metaphors are my specialty.
And what of a Fibonacci? You're another one.
I was reading an entry by Gattaca and thought I was reading Stray. Talk about confusion. My head was spinning. I'm having a very hard time weaning myself from OD. I removed it from my toolbar faves. I wonder how long before it's locked up. I downloaded the whole thing, so it's really over.
I'm mental tonight. Yesterday was hubby's b-day. It wasn't a fun day, after sitting in that horrid class all day and then coming home to Mother Problems. Today at work was simply horrid and I'm spiraling downward.
See the USA in your Chevrolet. Mwah.
I want to stay up tonight. Why? Because I have the need to watch "Boy Meets Boy" and "Queer Eye on the Straight Guy," both on the Bravo network. Are they trying to become the gay channel? Most shows about queers are just funny because they're showing queers to mainstream America. I wonder if watching "Will and Grace" could make a homophobic person angry enough to commit a hate crime. Anything is possible.
Meanwhile, back at the office, the office politics are getting riotous. Things that have been simmering for a long, long time have all seemed to burst at once. There was an almost 20 percent turnover at the end of the fiscal year, and now there is a frantic shuffling of office space. Real estate is not something to be messed with lightly. So, once that first domino falls it's time to beware the steamroller. Mixed metaphors are my specialty.
And what of a Fibonacci? You're another one.
I was reading an entry by Gattaca and thought I was reading Stray. Talk about confusion. My head was spinning. I'm having a very hard time weaning myself from OD. I removed it from my toolbar faves. I wonder how long before it's locked up. I downloaded the whole thing, so it's really over.
I'm mental tonight. Yesterday was hubby's b-day. It wasn't a fun day, after sitting in that horrid class all day and then coming home to Mother Problems. Today at work was simply horrid and I'm spiraling downward.
See the USA in your Chevrolet. Mwah.