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So, I've decided to go all friends only because I like the idea of having a friends only LJ. (Don't ask me why. I can't explain these things.) If you'd like to be friended, you can comment here, and I'll totally friend you back (It's going to be so hilarious when this entry gets no comments ever). However, I can't promise that I'll be funny or even remotely interesting, but if you'd still like to read what I have to say, comment here.
A lot of my entries will mostly be venting on life and people. I'm not fishing for hugs and words of encouragement. I just think that it's easier to vent online than it is in real life. First of all, it's hard to find people to vent to because a lot of the time, the people you can vent to are the people you want to vent about, and that never really works out the way you planned. Second, I suck at speaking out loud. Seriously. I mumble, and I talk too fast, or I ramble on about a completely unrelated subject (that happens on the internet, too, but I usually cut those parts out), or I work someone up for a big vent-fest, and I get two words in and find I have nothing to say. Basically, the internet's a much safer place for me to vent. Unless I have to vent about the internet. In which case, I vent to my dog. She's really great at keeping secrets.
ETA: If you're already friended, you're staying. You may continue to read my many ventings and hypochondriac worries (not all of these will be hypochondriac things. Some will be bugs. Others will be scary murderer/rapists). Like the time last summer when I thought there was a carbon monoxide leak in my house, when it was just the air conditioner. Or the many times I slept on the couch because I was sure there was an evil bug of death hiding in my sheets, waiting to eat my eyes. Or the time I thought my dog was dying. Or the time I heard a bird moving around outside, and I thought there was a scary rapist/murderer outside my window, waiting for me to fall asleep. Or one of the many times I caught a cricket underneath a glass and wondered how I was going to get it out of the room. Or the time I caught a june bug and wondered how I was going to get it out of the room. Or the other day, when I had a dream about Beaver trying to kill me and succeeding in killing my brother, and I woke up crying (I didn't actually write about this one, or any of these, but oh, my God, if it wasn't the scariest fucking thing I have ever been forced to experience). Oh, also. The time I dreamt that Duncan was trying to kill me, my cousin, and the maid on a cruise. Twice. (That dream was seriously kick-ass. I'm not kidding. It was awesome. I was so cool. I could jump through windows and stuff. Ever heard of synchronized basketball? It was in my dream).
A lot of my entries will mostly be venting on life and people. I'm not fishing for hugs and words of encouragement. I just think that it's easier to vent online than it is in real life. First of all, it's hard to find people to vent to because a lot of the time, the people you can vent to are the people you want to vent about, and that never really works out the way you planned. Second, I suck at speaking out loud. Seriously. I mumble, and I talk too fast, or I ramble on about a completely unrelated subject (that happens on the internet, too, but I usually cut those parts out), or I work someone up for a big vent-fest, and I get two words in and find I have nothing to say. Basically, the internet's a much safer place for me to vent. Unless I have to vent about the internet. In which case, I vent to my dog. She's really great at keeping secrets.
ETA: If you're already friended, you're staying. You may continue to read my many ventings and hypochondriac worries (not all of these will be hypochondriac things. Some will be bugs. Others will be scary murderer/rapists). Like the time last summer when I thought there was a carbon monoxide leak in my house, when it was just the air conditioner. Or the many times I slept on the couch because I was sure there was an evil bug of death hiding in my sheets, waiting to eat my eyes. Or the time I thought my dog was dying. Or the time I heard a bird moving around outside, and I thought there was a scary rapist/murderer outside my window, waiting for me to fall asleep. Or one of the many times I caught a cricket underneath a glass and wondered how I was going to get it out of the room. Or the time I caught a june bug and wondered how I was going to get it out of the room. Or the other day, when I had a dream about Beaver trying to kill me and succeeding in killing my brother, and I woke up crying (I didn't actually write about this one, or any of these, but oh, my God, if it wasn't the scariest fucking thing I have ever been forced to experience). Oh, also. The time I dreamt that Duncan was trying to kill me, my cousin, and the maid on a cruise. Twice. (That dream was seriously kick-ass. I'm not kidding. It was awesome. I was so cool. I could jump through windows and stuff. Ever heard of synchronized basketball? It was in my dream).