Book Mooch

I received the book I wanted (Sea Dragon Heir, Storm Constantine) from Jester1470 on bookmooch. It's some-how made me very happy. Bookmooch owns. The whole world seems full of nice people with cool handwriting and so on.

And someone Looks jealous. I had this argument about book mooch, when someone said "why not just sell it on amazon or eBay? Funny. If I sell a book on amazon, I might get, what? A quid? That wouldn't even buy me p&p on another book. This way, (remember, books are fantastically expensive) for my book, I get a book. Pretty much all books are 5-6 quid or more. So, I get something of equal value. On top of that if I put 10 books for mooching*, and all of them are mooched, i can mooch 11 books. If on all of those books I give feedback, I get another book. 12/10. I win. Bookmooch is the coolest thing in the world. On top of that it feels pleasant and charitable, no money changes hands so you need no credit-card, pay-pal or similar (good, as I have none of those things). I'm just annoyed I took most of my books tot he charity shop now. Meh, at least they're out of my house.

*10 books offered gives you 1 point. 10 feedbacks gives you 1 point.

Hello?

Never use a host with a slow loading home-page. I thought that was fucking obvious.

I mean, seriously? The best you can hope for is they didn't have enough faith in their own hosting to use it. And that's also not good.

The first rule of Stumble Apon...

I know what you think I'm going to say, and yes, I love Fight Club, but seriously, I'm not a fucktard. And I'd be dead by now.

The first rule of Stumble Apon (it's an Firefox extension, if you don't already have it, get it. If you're not using Firefox, I recommend it.) is that whatever site you stumble apon, the page you get may be fucking hilarious, but the rest of the site will be shit.

It even works with Violent Acres. Except, for course, for me it was the other way round. I bought 25 bottles of nyqitil was funny and all, but Everything a girl could ever want? Way cool. However, if you want to read about someone buying a load of... look, thet don't sell it in my country, okay? V's personal problems are probably not calling out to you. But, her personal problems are better than your personal problems. Bitch.

Hey, you remind me of someone.

If I ever say "hey, you remind me of someone" it's probably because I love you. I just had to stop myself from saying it to Kefka Nightingale in DWMUD (and, let's hope he's not reading this). It wouldn't be the first time. "you remind me of someone" over the internet is likely, You remind me of Jonni, who I fell desperately in love with, because he has a nice typing style on the internet. You talk like Jon. Go you.

MMO'd. And bookmooch.

I spent over 7 hours on Discworld MUD (discworld.atuin.net 23 or 4242). Before that I was on book mooch. I've submitted 14 books to be mooched, and I've wish-listed 1 book, and requested another, (go on, guess what I requested. Guess. It begins with "sea" and ends in "heir".) I'm reading my book on PHP. I does take about 10 minutes a lesson. I'm on lesson 7.

Played on Gaia briefly, but I quit after Cinemas let me SIT NEXT TO MYSELF.

I can find stupidity anywhere.

Someone kindly bought me two programming manuals from Waterstone's today. Some may know the Waterstone's carrier bags feature famous book-related quotes. On my bag it says "Their is no friend as loyal as a book". Well, yes. Books are inanimate. They aren't even mechanical. If you are one to make friends with inanimate objects, this statement is perfectly true, but would be better phrased as "There is no friend less capable of betraying you than a book". It's not true for me, as books betray me regularly, ever since Lee Scoresby died. (Yes, Lee Scoresby dies.) Well done Ernet Hemingway.

One of my books is called "Teach Yourself Games Programming". I got it not because I want to be able to program games but because unlike every person who has ever written a programming manual, I know SYNTAX DOES NOT COUNT FOR SHIT. I was relatively fluent in BASIC (Shut up, my family is rooted in BASIC) and I still needed help to make a program that essentially functioned as a Tamagotchi. Seriously, simplest program ever! In VISUAL BASIC! Why? Because no-one ever taught me to program. they taught me languages. Languages don't mean shit. I'm hoping this book will teach me how to make games. Because, games are programs. And I can absorb some of this programming skill. Anyway, if you;re learning from a book, you are not teaching yourself. You;re learning from a book. And it's impossible to teach yourself almost anything. What am I meant to do? Enter random words into an IDE and see what comes out? The "goal" is apparently "great gaming". No, the GOAL is to PROGRAM games. If you want great gaming, get a copy of Arcanum. Not a book on programming. You will never beat that game. Apparently they also do a book on BLOGGING. You can't LEARN to blog. If you can type in a comprehensible language, you can blog. You'll either have something interesting to say, or not. If you even try to get a book to teach you this, it's a not. I also quite like the "why not try flash 8". Because Flash is for pussies. There are three things flash is good for. Flash animations, extremely simple games beatable in a few minutes you'll never want to play again. Neither of those is relevant to someone who, according to the into "Wants a sustained career (guys, this means MONEY, not an option in flash) in game development." There's no money in flash because so few people are stupid enough to pay for something written in flash. Which is for pussies. Why not learn to program like a real man? (Again, there is only one programming language that's actually useful nowadays, C. It's portable, compiled, efficient and GUI capable. If anyone can tell me of another language that fits that, I'm interested. (Not Java, Java is ALSO for pussies) It;s about time someone DID replace C, because it fucking sucks. No-one will teach me C. All the books I have on C start out by telling me how much C sucks, and move on to telling me why. Then they have an appendix on syntax. I couldn't even work out how to make a character array.) Visual Basic is a contender, because it;s uh, visual. And visual is synonymous with "Not going to fuck your ass every time you try to make a GUI." And that's IMPORTANT. Very, very, very important. Because "No GUI" is synonymous with "almost useless". Seriously, imagine the GIMP had no GUI. Useless. Imagine my IM program with no GUI. Useless. VB falls down in that it's not portable. Which means all your Visual Basic programs are only of use to people who use Windows. Commonly known as "Laymen".

The other book I got was PHP in 10 minutes. Each lesson is 10 minutes. there is more than one lesson. SAMS Teach Yourself (also not teaching yourself) are retarded! On the back it claims you can use PHP to "Make your web-pages Dynamic" and a a load of other stuff... all of which is uh, making your page dynamic. In fact, the third item down is "make HTML pages dynamically". Uh.... Yeah. And what is "PEAR"? Like LAMP but darker? Or, a WINDOWS version of LAMP! (Lamp= Linux, Apache, MySQL, PHP, theoretically everything you need on a web-server.) It could be... Pile-of-crapOS, Ediot-user, a-fuckload-of-RAM, rectum. Everything you need to turn your computer on! (idiot is a person stupid enough to spell idiot with an e, and use windows, the fuckload of ram is to waste your money on stuff you wouldn't need in Linux, and the rectum is to get fucked daily from the second you sign the license agreement). Inside the book it sais yu do not, and will not need to know HTML. Dude, if you are not already hand-coding HTML, you don't DESERVE PHP. And you'll never get t anyway. I hand-code HTML CSS and JS for my pages (except JS, because the only real use for JS in my field is displaying the time. I trust my users to be able to LOOK AT THE FUCKING SYSTEM CLOCK) (BTW, There are little links at the top of my blog-editor that put links, bold, etc in for me. I never use them, because I'm so cool, I can type "a" and "b" and triangular brackets myself. Atashi wa oki na shojou da.)

I'm very enthusiastic about my new books. I'm just practicing my cynicism.

Showoff.

I just got refused service for a site because I had my user agent set to Googglebot, when I am, in fact, not Googlebot. (I can prove it too, send me a capatcha). I mean... what the fuck? I use Googlebot to get into porn sites, and I get REJECTED from Zombie-Attack-prevention-Sites!

Fair trade.

The Offending Site I'm not sure what it is, because after switching my user agent to Ask Jeeves spider, I decided it was too boring to read. Yes, I'm allowed to pretend to be Ask Jeeves.

Clutter to declutter.

Take everything you think you could possibly, ever, ever need with you, every time you go on holiday. Then, only take things out of your suitcase when you need them. When you've been home two weeks, anything still in your suitcase was not only unnecessary on holiday, but is unnecessary in real life. Throw it away.

Works for me.

Cans.

My mum told me to clean up my room, and I told her I was actually investing in Aluminium, attempting to increase the market value through deflation by keeping a large quantity of it in my room.

I have 25 coke cans. I'm so used to them I stopped noticing they were there.

I could pick up 23 of them without leaving my computer-chair.

I cleaned out all my Coke Cans last month.

I hate myself.

(I do have 12 empty water bottles, and they hold 1 liter each, just over 3 times that of a coke can. Same age. I win)

Love is not happiness

I know for a fact that love does not necessarily make happiness. Simply because of how willing I am to be unhappy to be with the one I love.

Love is not happiness, love is a willingness to be unhappy for someone else.

"A luxury, once enjoyed, quickly becomes a necessity." -Bill O'Neill

I think that was my point yesterday. See other people think so too.

Another point is in your head it only takes one person to agree with you to make it right.

Both.

"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man." -George Bernard Shaw

So, when I learn to make a toaster out of metal, is the metal adapting to be able to make toast, or am I adapting to make toast with metal?

Just curios.

To love and to lose... stinks.

It is better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all

Bullshit

Hello. I'd like you to live without money, in a house you built yourself. From twigs and mud. Pick, grow and cultivate your own food, without electricity, ever. No running water. Open fires. When you family gets sick, you will chant and wave sticks. They'll probably die or something.
Why are you not looking enthusiastic?

Now, people used to live like that. They may strive to improve their lives, but that did not seem like hell to them. They would enjoy that situation much more than you would. No plasma TVs. OMFG.

You do not what what you've never had, anything like as strongly as what you already miss. It is better to be happy. It is better to never love.

I;m not saying you should never love I'm saying ultimately, you should love without losing.

Believe you can change your beliefs if you only believed you could, and you can!

Or, what I hated most strongly this morning...

People Don't Believe anymore.

People believe so little, they don't believe I believe in Faeries. I don't understand why anyone finds this hard to believe. You think I'm so out of control of my own mind the fact I've never seen one (people won't believe I have seen one, so...) would stop me from holding a belief that 1) Makes me happier. 2) Does not hurt me or others around me, through prejudice or restrictions, ever? I'm hurt.

Everyone I know is either an Atheist, a fake Christian, or a devout follower of SOMEONE ELSE'S BELIEFS. Organised religion folks? You are people so stupid and worthless you can't have your own beliefs. What you think is decided by someone else. That's called extreme brainwashing oppression. No-one in my religion tells me what to believe, or what to do. No Wiccan will tell me I should sleep with men. No Wiccan will tell me I should sleep with men, when I'm married to them. Etc. If I think i should sleep with women, I will. And that;s what I think. So I will. No-one can make me feel bad about that choice, no one can make me think that's wrong. I am in control of my own though. Thought is powerful. Control your though, all on your own. Get what you want. Do what you want. Be what you want. You wanna be a hairdresser working Sundays? You DO THAT.

But what's with all the Atheism? Who do you guys talk to? How does it feel to be someone who has to touch something? ave you ever SEEN love? It's there.

I do believe in faeries. Ask again, why shouldn't I?

Are you a Raw Foodist? Like hell! I'm a juicearian!

Is there just one type of living/raw foodist?

There are many subcategories of living/raw foodists. Some include:

• Fruitarian - People who consume mostly fruits.
• Sproutarian - People who consume mostly sprouts.
• Juicearian - People who consume mostly fresh juice.

Bitch, quit making up words. Tell people you like fruit. Tell people you live entirely on miniature cabbage. Say you drink a lot of juice. Don't you DARE call yourself a juicearian. And, don't you dare call yourself a raw foodist. I like to eat things raw. Quit making a noun for everything! And if you do, a cool Latin/Greek derived noun like "library" or "human" is good. Not some trawled shite like foodist. Storm Constantine can do this. "Priestess of the Peacock Angel" Peacockangelist? NO! Pavoniata! Suck on THAT! No-one would ask this question. This is an attempt of the author to weave in her cleverness at creating words.

What is the difference between a raw/living foods diet and a vegetarian one?

Vegetarians and vegans believe in only eating a plant based diet. Living and Raw Foodists believe in eating only an UNCOOKED, UNHEATED, UNPROCESSED and ORGANIC plant based diet.

I'm a vegetarian. I'm personally insulted by the statement that as a vegetarian I believe only eating a plant based diet exists. Because it doesn't make sense. Hence previous rant. Don;t get me started on the UNCOOKED! UNHEATED! UNPROCESSED! ORGASMIC! energy of her fanaticism. A better answer to this question would have been "The rawness. Idiot." No-one is stupid enough to ask this question.

Living Foods Didn't make me clever dot com

I think I just turned into V. Even assuming this person was a woman. But then... could you believe this was a man writing this nonsense?

I'm not thinking the mica out of the raw food thing. I think that's a great idea (read: Woo, now I can just eat stuff out of the packet! With an excuse!) I'm hating this person. Personally.

I believe in not making sense!

You want to know what REALLY annoys me? Really, above almost anything else you can say to me? Asking if I believe in something, with a verb. "Do you believe in faeries?" is perfectly legitimate. Faeries is a noun. "Do you believe in eating meat?" is the EPITOME of bad grammar. Seriously. It doesn't make sense. It DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. Seriously, that sentence makes me weep with asperger's sydrome! It's absolute nonsense, and the next time someone says something like that, my reply will be a simple: Error, invalid argument; verb, expected noun. If you have an issue with that, go fuck yourself anally with the remnants of your primary-school education. It won't hurt.

"Do you believe it is morally inccorect to eat meat?"
"No, I just don't like the taste."
"Oh.". Why do people think I'm MILITANT just because I'm a vegetarian? MEAT TASTES LIKE MEAT. (I couldn't think of anything tasting worse than meat, without resorting to the glib and contrite "shit")

Owch

I love the fact I'm so out of tune with myself; I've been crying all day, I've looked at every stumble and said I'll read it later. Every, single object I picked up I put down like it burned me, I haven't eaten all day and when I tried to, I found wasn't hungry, I can;t play computer games, I couldn't get out of bed, I've had trouble lying around doing nothing. I only just realised I was sad. I was convinced I wasn't sad. but... I can't do anything.

Pretentious FFB needs own emo blog.

Pretentious FF is very sad. Pretentious FFB needs something she doesn't have. Pretentious FFB is sad. Pretentious FFB feels bad. Pretentious FFB feels ill. Pretentious FFB can't sleep. Pretentious FFB feels all alone. Pretentious FFB doesn't like to be alone.

Rich people are stupid.

How many times has a rich person said the words "I wish I wasn't so rich". I mean, seriously. We all know Bill Gates is stupid, because of the shittiness of his software. (By design, not bugs). But other people must also with it too. Being rich is strictly optional. At no point does anyone ever, ever try to stop you from giving all your money to charity. Or Walk up and down the streets of London giving a tenner to every beggar you see. In fact, if you donated to every charity that accosts you on the main road where I live, you'd be broke instantly. Seriously, No-on in the world has any excuse to complain about something so easily changed. And, no only are you not hurting anyone by changing it, you're actually HELPING people. I mean, the guy who founded dominoes wished he wasn't so rich, and GUESS WHAT? Now he's NOT. He wanted something, he got it. And there are lots of little catholic children attaining a more exciting brand of molestation for it. Yay. It's been proven, you CAN be poor, very, very, very easily. For example, Bill, why not use your own operating system to do online banking? Instant poverty! Or, alternatively, you could make windows so that you could do online banking using it without everyone in the universe being able thus to order things with your credit card. It would cut into your profit margin, make you poorer, wilst making the world more user friendly for people of your intellectual caliber (but no lower, or they'd be using macs. Or eating carpet fluff and banging and rocking)(And no higher, or they'd be on Linux by now). Or, you could change your hobby from "Screwing over as many innocent people in an hour as I can" to bathing in powdered safron. Quit whining, idiot.

Imaac suucks.

I know, if you ask me, a lot of things suck, but having just tried "Veet" I can tell you not to. Seriously, no amount of hairlessness is worth it. (I personally keep almost all of my body hair attached to my body, so i would think that.) imac will get you dumped and stop firends coming to your house. Guaranteed.

I mean, the clean up job is horrible. Have you ever tried to clean up partially dissolved hair-coated slime off every surface in your bathroom? Well, better start practicing. It must be nice to go into your friend's bathroom and see little hairs in toxic soup screaming "help meee! Help-meee!" in a little Benji-mouse voice.

Much worse than that is the smell. Don;t leave it on for over 6 minutes? Dude, I would have passed OUT after 6 minutes. It smells like cum. No, it smells like a special non-homogeneous blend of 5 parts cum to 1 part soy-sauce to 2 parts yakult gently fermented on authentic charcoal fires in the middle of the London sewer system. Hell, it LOOKS like that! If I was still working at that lab I;d ask them for the HPLC results for it, placed against a standard of averaged jizz. In meth. In fact, you may recognise the smell from that time you walked past a cheap whore walking home, with a limp after a long days work on a hot afternoon. Or last time you where in London. Anyway, The smell sticks. Washing your hands with soap repeatedly and spraying them with perfume and applying talc won;t get rid of it. And you can;t even do that to the area you applied it to. I mean, you'll go see your boyfriend, he'll dump you INSTANTLY because YOU SMELL LIKE CHEAP SEX. Same goes fr a girlfriend, as not only she, but everyone else who sees you will think you've been smearing men with soy sauce and licking it off. Men, Veet makes you smell like a kinky gay. Women, Veet makes you smell like a cheap whore. Veet makes me smell like a Japanese heterosexual on the way to the bath house. It's NASTY STUFF.

This reveiw is not sponsered by Reckitt Benckiser, and reflects only the opinions of the speaker(s). Wait... Reck it - Ben Kisser? Are they THREATENING me?

Also, another product that suckz... Imacs. Computers for retarded four year olds. The real way to deal with dropping your child on the head? Get an imac. Your child has AS? Get Linux.

I hate Chistians. Christians hate me.

Anyone here a Christian? you'd probably be offended if I said Christianity stank, right? Yeah, fair enough, but you can't ask me to respect the fact your a Christian. You can never ask for a favor, my friendship or my respect. Because you won;t give me any of those things. But that;s not the purpose of this rant. The point is, you might be thinking, as a Christian you would happily be my friend, lend me a hand and respect my choices and personality. But you;d be wrong. I think some people don't realise this. When you say, "I'm a Christian" what you are saying to me is synonymous with "I hate you. And your Mum. And your Dad. And your Brother. And your boyfriend. And your best friend. And, actually, I hate most of the people you know. I'd actually like to see them die. And I'm not that bright.". If that's what you're trying to say... nice contraction.

No, you don't believe me? As a Christian, you believe everything the bible says, right? You worship an evil god who Happily lets a crazy man kill thousands, and thousands of tiny infants so long as his son is fine, and then preaches that all people should take care of each other. Now, letting people die of natural causes is fair enough, it's free will... but your god, supposedly, actually caused their deaths in the first place, and did nothing about it. Except save HIS son, of course. It does not matter if it's allegorical. That;s still, sick, twisted behavior. Oh, all the first born sons in Egypt? that's WORSE. And don;t expect me to believe Noah and his sons where the only nice people in the entire world. God was just too lazy to find the others. You;re being constantly told to love your fellow man, so long as he doesn't love men. Then burn or stone him, whichever is fastest. It doesn't matter if it's allegorical, It's still saying that. If you don;t believe all gay people and anyone who works on Sundays etc. should die... you;re not a Christian. As no-one has stepped forward and re-written the bible to re-define the boundaries of what it means to be a Christian, being a Christian still involves burning people. And then not killing them. The bible is also so inconsistent you'd have to be an idiot to believe it. And no believing the bible makes you not a Christian. Don;t worry, you can still be a nice person, and believe in Jesus etc, you're just not obligated to be a two-faced asshole who's too scared of going to hell to notice.

I can be as prejudiced against you as I like. You want to burn me.

Blog? Fuck yes!

This morning I got up, and sat around for a while. Then I made some content for my site, and fixed the internet. I marked up some poetry for the website of a friend I'm making. Then i had an identity crisis over how crap my drawing skills are.

Honestly.

What does blog mean? I'll tell you what it means. No, it doesn't mean ANYTHING. A words meaning is what almost all people think it means. "QED" Does not mean "thus t is proven" It mean "I told you so". "Goth" has no meaning. What's a Goth? There are a thousand definitions. I cna no-longer say I'm a goth, because SOMEONE will go "Ewww... she cuts up cats...". Well, Violent Acres is a Blog. The Best page in the Universe is a Blog. Tomato Soup is a blog. Yes, I just called the Best page in the Universe a blog. Blogs have people's opinions, their thoughts and occasionally relevant and interesting events. Or, they're list a load of pointless crap that happened to the user. "I bumped into my friend Trisha and I haven't seen her for years..." Online Diary. "Why the fuck do we not all know HTML already?" Personal page. Mine is a personal page. If I find out something incredible everyone should know, I'll blog about it. If my cat coughs up a mouse, I won't. If I wake up at four in the morning and the sky is beautiful, that's a judgment call. But now I know what's wrong with blogs. Same as what's wrong with Goths... the word no longer has meaning. People will hate it, because they have seen crap called a blog. I don't think my blog is crap (obviously) I try to make it amusing, informative or short. Some people DO want to know about how I now have bluetooth and what I drank today. I've found a perfect way of deciding whether something is interesting enough to be blogged. If I find it interesting enough to write about it.

Blog -it's not relevant to any of my other websites.

Meme rant

MEME: Stands for "Desperate attempt to categorize yourself based on a group of often irrelevant questions, by choosing poorly thought out options which rarely encompass all possibly views, likely so you can show off if you win a decent personality, criticize the creator whilst trying to look more intelligent than them if you don't find it representative, and/or bomb around the internet trying to find other people with the same or similar scores to declare your soulmate and bum about with for a while annoying people holier than thou." In Latin.

Someone asked what meme stood for. The worst meme I've ever seen attempted to determine how "Goth" I was. Gothic enough to know that Goth is fucking NOUN. The absolute peak of it's failure came when it asked me who my hero was. And gave names. I chose Andrew Eldritch. Partly because I respect Andrew, I think he's intelligent, frank and genuine. And he uses the same Operating System as me. But, mostly because I had no damned idea who any of the others where. . My hero is Linus. And what would I bring with me to a graveyard? I live in a fucking VICARAGE. I don't HAVE to bring stuff to the local graveyard. I can throw it there beforehand. If I ever decided to kill myself I could JUMP INTO AN OPEN GRAVE FROM MY WINDOW. And as if I would go to Christian land. I don't even intend to be BURIED in a graveyard. Even overlooking this, my actual choice (sketchbook and pencil) NOT LISTED. So, this test attempts to decide what kind of Goth you are, but the questions FLAUNT the opinion that all Goths are the same. Goth's aren't even SIMILAR. I'm mainly hippy FGS. The best meme ever is "Which Final Fantasy Character Are You?". Partly because you can almost always find an option which suits your mentality, but mostly because they gave me Sephiroth and Kuja. The other problem with memes... "which Angel are you most like?" I DON'T CARE. Find me an "Are you really Gay?" or "Where do you come on the Autistic Spectrum" meme. I'll take that happily. Or I could make some of my own. "Which of the Sisters of Mercy are YOU most likely to get sniffing up your leg in a hip party in the middle of Berlin?", "What kind of MAILMAN would you make?", "What kind of GOTH should you avoid most?". The Great thing is the same answer works for EVERYONE!

Blogger stinks.

I HATE this layout, ickle text in long, thin frames. On top of that it's so badly written as to be UNFIXABLE. I wanna make my own DECENT blog-page...

Alphabetti Spaghetti

There is a time and a place for alphabetti spaghetti.

I have a bag of Alphabet pasta I recently got from the health-food shop (which sells mostly sugary crap). I love it. Call me childish (if you haven't already) but it's FUN and COOL. I put it in soups, I have it on it's own. If I could think of anything else I could do with it, I would do it. Now, I am one of the few people who like Instant coffee better than real coffee. My instant coffee is somewhat complicated. I have a spoon of cafine coffee. a spoon of decaf. A spoon of hot chocolate, half a spoon of sugar. I like to experiment and if I can think of anything else to putin it, I'll give it a try.

See where this is going?

Incidentally, hot coffee is not enough to cook pasta without constant heating.

Violent Acres

I really love Violent Acres. I even learned how to spell acres (I thought there was a h...) I mean, i really love it. Today, I was supposed to go out and do stuff? I spent SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS doing almost nothing but reading VA.

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*Ads that mention me, while also hinting towards mild lesbianism, are getting 5 times the traffic of the catchphrase writers and almost triple the clicks as the ‘I Support Violent Acres’ guy. In other words, ‘The Girl Who’ is creaming the competition over there.
I find this fascinating.
Does this mean I have a secret underground fan base of hot lesbians who, like, totally want to do me? If so, I find the entire concept oddly titillating. But be warned ladies: I’m a biter. And a hair puller. And during the act, I just may refer to you as my little slut. I hope that’s cool.

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... She's on to me. And, yeah, totally cool.
I'm now going to sit around self-absorbedly for a while, introspecting over whether I wanted her to see that statement... or not. That's pretty sad, but I can feel it coming. When I've done that I'll probably start fantasizing about it. Either way, this should be my last post of the night. Finally. I will try and fix the CSS of this a bit though.

I need a blog.

No, seriously. I need a blog. To live. Users of Mako Green May have noticed I'm posting NEUROTIC RUBBISH. And I can feel myself needing to do so, more and more often. So, what the hell, I'll just pour all my crap into Obsession Red! It took me a while to find it but... I win! The great thing is not having posted on this blog since I me him, Ben probably doesn't know it exists! ... and you guys probably don't know who Ben is (speaking figuratively, I;m aware I have no readers. I use "you guys" when talking to myself . Simple equation! Ben = Bad thing. Sort of... I mean... I love him and all but I didn't need a blog before I met him. I just wanted one. The reason I stopped posting in my blog after I met him was at the time my life was a darkly clandestine affair. Nothing I thought was publicly viewable. Now it;s just not interesting Still, if I thought it was interesting, I'd've made a website for it already. You know it's easier to build your own site and get it onto a free host than to put a custom skin on this thing. Anyway, I will pathetically post again in about four minuets.