She has the blood of a reptile just underneath that skin....

Dec 01, 2001 17:12

The sky is an angry, opressive winter blue as the sun sets over the lake. Somehow it looks happier out there than in the apartment. Not to start things off on an obtusely morose note, but it's the truth.

I am confident in stating that for once, this is my journal, and mine alone. I've decided that I will not give the address out to anyone. No one I know will ever even have this journal mentioned in their presence (unless, of course, I go on one of my famous drinking binges....and then, the existence of this journal becoming known will be the last of my worries I'm sure). I certainly don't mind random internet people reading it, plus I love the strange comments that come forth from the ether. If someone I know finds it, then hey.... they found it. Oh well.... but I must, here in the beginning, summarily state that while I may acknowledge any hurt feelings as valid, I will NOT apologize for anything I say here and I most certainly WILL NOT censor myself for the sake of said feelings. This is mine, it's for me and not for anyone else, it's the one place where I can say whatever I truly mean about anything and anyone, and fuck the repercussions 'cause there shouldn't be any. If I have to communicate as a 3 year old in order to get my point across, I will: MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE! And you have no right, so there.

--Eris PandemoanA
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