i have no idea what i am doing.
in life. and in livejournal.
i have finally broken down and registered for an lj. i feel so... dirty. (if only i had my leather chaps and sluttly male dancers, i could be drrty.)
but if you are cool and share some of my interests, and prefferably if you are queer (although i'll try not to discriminate if you are straight), you should friend me. and allow me to friend you. and then help me figure out how this whole thing works (lj, not life).
this is not my 'real' journal. truth be told, this is only a social thing to keep my anxious fingers busy while i wile away the hours until i can finally escape to college and flee my parent's house(s). 'what did they ever do to you?' aside from calling me disgusting, telling me i am going to hell, proclaiming that i am not nor can ever be 'normal', spending thousands of dollars trying to 'fix' me and our relationships, treatening to beat me with a belt, and threatening to press charges against my wonderful girlfriend, not much. but it is enough to make me lust after living as far away from them as i possibly can and still remain in the continental united states.
whew, enough about them. me? i am ... i have no clue. but if you friend me, i promise you might find out. and i might just entertain you. (am i totally prostuting myself? how sad.) but this will be friends only because i don't want to run into to any of the pedestrians i know i real life out here in fake internet land. no offense to the pedestrians of course, but i would like to maintain a safe distance.
so um, that's it. for now.
i have finally broken down and registered for an lj. i feel so... dirty. (if only i had my leather chaps and sluttly male dancers, i could be drrty.)
but if you are cool and share some of my interests, and prefferably if you are queer (although i'll try not to discriminate if you are straight), you should friend me. and allow me to friend you. and then help me figure out how this whole thing works (lj, not life).
this is not my 'real' journal. truth be told, this is only a social thing to keep my anxious fingers busy while i wile away the hours until i can finally escape to college and flee my parent's house(s). 'what did they ever do to you?' aside from calling me disgusting, telling me i am going to hell, proclaiming that i am not nor can ever be 'normal', spending thousands of dollars trying to 'fix' me and our relationships, treatening to beat me with a belt, and threatening to press charges against my wonderful girlfriend, not much. but it is enough to make me lust after living as far away from them as i possibly can and still remain in the continental united states.
whew, enough about them. me? i am ... i have no clue. but if you friend me, i promise you might find out. and i might just entertain you. (am i totally prostuting myself? how sad.) but this will be friends only because i don't want to run into to any of the pedestrians i know i real life out here in fake internet land. no offense to the pedestrians of course, but i would like to maintain a safe distance.
so um, that's it. for now.