…I know!
Two weeks? …oops.
Just wanted to say that I still live and am absolutely in love with Craig Ferguson.
That is all. Will likely post a real update later tonight.
You are there
My god, April came quick this year. Funny how fast time passes when you’ve got nothing to distinguish the days.
I do love the rain though. I love listening to it.
I feel like I’ve been busy busy all day long, but I can’t even recall what I got accomplished. Which likely means I spent the day playing Solitaire and daydreaming of doing the things I should be, only I can’t quite say for sure.
I do, however, remember that 5914194 was on a billboard last night. Safe to say it’s because of what I’m reading; it was something like that scene in the awful movie. Sitting up there on the lift, looking back at the sign to see the damn number, and then that brat grinning and asking, well, what did I expect? I’ve come to the conclusion that this is all simply my own spiteful nature. I am subconsciously giving myself a mindfuck because I made a big deal of a coincidence.
…yeah. Time to turn out the lights and read.
Riyu
This is an anonymous place; faceless, nameless even, despite all our efforts. The internet—what the hell kind of place is that to make friends anyway? But not everyone is deceptive, are they? Not everyone feels the need to portray something or someone they’re not. To be certain, not everyone does it maliciously, selfishly. Right?
Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.
To hide yourself, to lie to people and have them come to care about someone who in fact does not even exist—there is no excuse. It is an act of utter cowardice and disregard, a vain and contemptible thing. What on earth could drive someone to be so desperate as to seek adoration through a puppet, as it were?
Don’t answer that. I truly don’t want to know.