Listen not to what I say, rather, what I do...
Ugh, I was supposed to post in this on a regular basis, however, the internet has become so blase for me that I simply forget to log in. Do you remember when I was an LJ whore? I do, and I wish to not repeat it again. However, I do wish to stay in contact with my friends, and this seems to be the way to do that.
It was my fortune to meet up with wonderful friends I rarely see anymore, yesterday. It felt so go to feel loved and amidst friendly faces. In retrospect I was not very excited about driving to meet people, anymore, I am a horrible recluse who wishes to bury her head in the sand and rarely come up for air. Unfortunately, my therapist says this is abnormal in the "average" human bean. She was correct that it was better for me to face my fears of the outside world and come up for some fresh air, unfortunately, she forgot to warn me of the obnoxious (are they really of age to drink) crowd that seems to think that their mating rituals of screaming along to a stupid song that encourages that wanting to be crude and abrasive in their mating call is some kind of turn on.
I must be getting old, or simply to the point where I just don't give a shit anymore about what people think of me.
enough for tonight.
Adieu
It was my fortune to meet up with wonderful friends I rarely see anymore, yesterday. It felt so go to feel loved and amidst friendly faces. In retrospect I was not very excited about driving to meet people, anymore, I am a horrible recluse who wishes to bury her head in the sand and rarely come up for air. Unfortunately, my therapist says this is abnormal in the "average" human bean. She was correct that it was better for me to face my fears of the outside world and come up for some fresh air, unfortunately, she forgot to warn me of the obnoxious (are they really of age to drink) crowd that seems to think that their mating rituals of screaming along to a stupid song that encourages that wanting to be crude and abrasive in their mating call is some kind of turn on.
I must be getting old, or simply to the point where I just don't give a shit anymore about what people think of me.
enough for tonight.
Adieu