I wish i had a webcam so i could be giving everyone the finger right now.
by krisis
selfy-stuff
I’ve lost touch with everything this week. I don’t think i’ve read any of my daily logs except for Re and WockerJabby, i barely ever check my email, and i’m not even on IM 24/7 like i usually am. I thought i was disguising all of this rather well on here with my inane jabber about the weather and how bipolar i am, but apparently you – the astute reader – have managed to glean a bit more information from this than i intended (or, you’ve been snooping on me over at SurvivorBlog2 even though i warned you that i’m a whorey little minx over there). For those of you who haven’t keeping up, let me present the evidence: OhMy!, a spectacle, close-up, sleeping-where?, and the self-referential allusions to things people know nothing about. So… do you know what’s going on yet?
Ack, i’m awful, aren’t i. I’ve been pretty shitty towards y’all lately and i haven’t really been explaining myself so much as i’ve been continuously apologizing, and that isn’t especially fair. For those of you who haven’t caught on, i am currently a blogger over at SurvivorBlog2, where i’m revealing all sorts of dirty little details that i’d never say here. So… you can go read it, but i’m not nearly as nice there as i am here so brace yourselves.
Or, maybe the problem is how nice i am here. Yes… that’s right, y’all have pushed me into that awful web-journal corner where too many people i’m afraid to offend have access to this site and i don’t have anything cutting to say anymore. Argh. I’m in a terrible mood. Go read something else. Or don’t. I should probably go to sleep eventually. Thanx for reading.
Isn’t it funny how you can be on top of the world one minute and underneath it the next? More proof that i am potentially bipolar. Either that, or just a whiney little bitch.
I feel shitty. I was just talking to a guy who i always thought was totally self-confident and great and attractive and wonderful and found out that none of the above was true at all. I always had a certain envy of him inside of me because i had a lot in common with him (build, hair, humor) but he seemed so much more well-liked than me. However, as the conversation proved, he is even less confident than i am, despite all of this. Yet, in the face of all of that, he still has had some interludes with girls who i find to be totally out of my league, and then a couple of miles further than that. So… now i hate him even more for what he’s had with them, but sympathize totally with his inability to tell if he’s liked at all. Shitty.