Apr 25, 2009 04:51
I like sex and I tell lots of little funny lies. Though I'm not lying about the sex thing.
I spend entrely tooooooooo much time with myself but I can't figure out a good way to avoid that.
4am is my favorite time of day because no one's around and the birds are all just waking up.
Not that I don't love people. Like I said fucking is in the top 3 fav things to do, and watching you all is plenty fascinating.
I'm not above it all. I'm just stuck, feeling so strange about this whole 'reailty' thing. Fiction feels better. Sensory perception improved with the influx of adrenaline and happy hormones.
And most of the time I feel. totally. lost.
But I don't feel bad about it. I have a lovely lover and a few choice frinedzies. I was born with pretty good brains and the blessing of bullshit.
So most of the time I feel worried and act worried. but im not worried at all.
I'm worried about what all of this insane brain is doing to you lovely folks who must encounter me. Im worried for my poor unborn babies. but I think even they'll like me.
so yeah. not worried.
just chilllllllllllllllllllllll. pretty chill. reasonably chill.
I want to be in on all secrets and understand all of this. but who doesn't?
does anyone get what I'm saying here? Does anyone have a solution? please comment ont his post if you do...
I probably won't taking you seriously but "here's hoping that'll change"
did I mention that I like sex? WINSTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!