11:45 pm or so, oct. 22.
HI, MONKEYBUTT HERE. AS A SPECIAL SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT, I'D LIKE TO WARN YOU ABOUT THE FOLLOWING JOURNAL ENTRY!
i've been through some ridiculous shit lately. this particular time of year- second only to late december- brings about some really strange mood swings in me. i believe i've alienated some people who might have thought they knew exactly who i am. no one truly does, even me.
so, for my warning, i want to advise you that i am reflecting back on the below journal entry after enjoying some libation. most of it is As Is, some of it is new and improved.
i really like those of you that are left in my SG world. thanks.
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note: bizarre shit starts now. i'm not trying to be patronizing, but the exact point, as well as all irony, is lost in email/internet text form. it is completely subjective.
enjoy
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10:17 pm, oct. 22.
man, fuck this place. no one can befriend someone through typed words. ok, so i'm drunk. i like the phrase "drunk as the last lords of creation." who made that up? you can't just edit things out because you don't want to hear them. that's not how things work. fuck it. fuck it all. i hope a walrus eats your head. more to come. check in later, after i've had more vodka. THAT'S RIGHT, I'M HITTING THE FUCKING HARD STUFF. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT???
*
oh man i'm keeping this. most of you might not like me after tonight. i'm probably going to delete my entire friends' list by the end of all this debauchery. vodka goes down cold. my eyes see things they're not supposed to. they miss things they shouldn't.
*
you know what, fuck it. i'm not going to delete my friends' list. none of you have done anything wrong. just because i'm in a foul mood doesn't mean you should suffer. it's easy to play god when all i have are some digital characters and some photos. i don't really KNOW any of you, and that's fine. you tell me things about yourselves that you don't have to. you choose to. i acknowledge and appreciate that.
*
and now jack is staring at me like i'm his oldest friend. he is such a little shapeshifter. his tail exclaims, then questions.
*
i think i might have deleted some of your comments out of my journals in the past, including the last couple days. i was feeling self righteous. i don't mean to hurt your feelings.
HI, MONKEYBUTT HERE. AS A SPECIAL SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT, I'D LIKE TO WARN YOU ABOUT THE FOLLOWING JOURNAL ENTRY!
i've been through some ridiculous shit lately. this particular time of year- second only to late december- brings about some really strange mood swings in me. i believe i've alienated some people who might have thought they knew exactly who i am. no one truly does, even me.
so, for my warning, i want to advise you that i am reflecting back on the below journal entry after enjoying some libation. most of it is As Is, some of it is new and improved.
i really like those of you that are left in my SG world. thanks.
***
note: bizarre shit starts now. i'm not trying to be patronizing, but the exact point, as well as all irony, is lost in email/internet text form. it is completely subjective.
enjoy
***
10:17 pm, oct. 22.
man, fuck this place. no one can befriend someone through typed words. ok, so i'm drunk. i like the phrase "drunk as the last lords of creation." who made that up? you can't just edit things out because you don't want to hear them. that's not how things work. fuck it. fuck it all. i hope a walrus eats your head. more to come. check in later, after i've had more vodka. THAT'S RIGHT, I'M HITTING THE FUCKING HARD STUFF. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT???
*
oh man i'm keeping this. most of you might not like me after tonight. i'm probably going to delete my entire friends' list by the end of all this debauchery. vodka goes down cold. my eyes see things they're not supposed to. they miss things they shouldn't.
*
you know what, fuck it. i'm not going to delete my friends' list. none of you have done anything wrong. just because i'm in a foul mood doesn't mean you should suffer. it's easy to play god when all i have are some digital characters and some photos. i don't really KNOW any of you, and that's fine. you tell me things about yourselves that you don't have to. you choose to. i acknowledge and appreciate that.
*
and now jack is staring at me like i'm his oldest friend. he is such a little shapeshifter. his tail exclaims, then questions.
*
i think i might have deleted some of your comments out of my journals in the past, including the last couple days. i was feeling self righteous. i don't mean to hurt your feelings.
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I'm back for online fun and frivolity! My best friend (Elektra_Descends) loves the pic of you w/ Robert Smith, btw.
kiss kiss
I want to know if you are regretting that journal today? I have done journals when im drunk and get aggressive about things so I wouldnt worry.
Sometimes I have insane urges to dump people off of my friends list but Im always glad I dont.
All the girls I know are attached so I cant send you any..but arent you married anyway?