23:52 - 2004-12-06
Probing The Membranes Of Xangas
Time for a quote from life:
"Reading diaries and xangas and whoozits and whatnots is like....being a safe, imaginative, slightly-delusional mole and tentatively peeking out of your mole-pit to see how the other moles are doing...."
Ya know...Everyone else has a Xanga....why shouldn't I be allowed to complicate someone else's endeavors to probe the mysteries of my brainmeats? Eh? EH?
Because I'm lazy, that's why. *kicks back in pajamas that have been worn three days more than they should've been, in a squeaky office chair and drinks something green that's been sitting on the desk, in the livingroom where it isn't supposed to be, for about a week and a half*
Anyway....I suppose, it's worth mentioning that...I probably don't need any more diary-esque things to lead people around and around when it comes to what's going on with me. Yes...I am a bit superficial. I don't really spill too much in here that wouldn't find entertaining or educational in some sordid way or another. Not that I really have any secrets worth keeping, and not that I'm in any way ashamed or afraid. I guess I just play a slightly unfair game here: I see you, for what you seem to be and seem to want to display. I'm just not so concerned about being seen as I am with seeing. I guess, perhaps I display on another level. To be honest, I don't look hard enough to know because I don't try hard enough to care ^_^ Oh, and by the bye: YES you will get a Christmas piccie here soon. And yes, it will be fun.
