She walked up to me, and asked me for the world.



Like a fool, I gave it to her, and she walked away, and I never saw her again.

Yes, I know that's a run-on sentence. It didn't sound as good if I changed it.

listening to: the like young.
in my sink: a plant.

I've had it.

I made one simple change to my profile on another website today, and someone took it personally.

For the record, the change was made as a direct response and reference to a season finale show which I'd just finished watching. I admit my geekiness; I'm so hooked and obsessed with the new Dr. Who that I wanted to put it in a profile, in a similar "mysterious" way that the series has been developing.

Also for the record, anything I put on a profile of myself is going to be about me. It's my profile, after all. Don't be so vain to imagine that anything on it is about you, even if it just happens to coincide with something you wrote less than twenty-four hours ago. Usually, anything I put on a profile is random and done out of boredom, so if it's about anything at all it's purely coincidence.

I can be as insecure as the next person; there are times when I read or hear something and think, "was that about me?" Then I come to my senses and realize that I'm not the center of everyone else's world. I have enough problems of my own to worry about something like that, and if you're going to, fine. Just don't bring this psychosis to me. I'm not going to walk on eggshells making sure nothing I post on the internet offends or insults anyone. I'll just air out my dirty laundry in public and expose the drama to the world like I'm doing right now. Because everyone loves watching drama.

So if you think this blog is about you, then it is. Go ahead, comment. I dare you.

listening to: watching "Bad Company," and it's pretty bad.
in my sink: like, the whole kitchen.