*sob*
Most of that walk is along a big boulevard, part of which is the hunting ground for male prostitutes. They never bothered me, and they're not bothered by me either. Yesterday I saw one of them getting into a car. I glanced over, realised what was going on, and quickly averted my eyes so as to not scare off the bloke's client.
I'm slightly disturbed by the fact that I'm not more disturbed. Sigh. Hi, my name is Melle, and I'm on smile-and-nod basis with rent boys.
Am very tempted to start a page "to get women to think before they have kids," with 101 reasons not to have kids.
Morons.
And anyway, where's the accompanying page for sterilised men, hm? [Personally I think that if you're in a steady relationship and decide you don't want kids, it makes more sense for the man to get sterilised. It's a much lighter operation for men, which is why my dad and not my mum is sterilised. I'm so glad my parent's aren't/weren't breeders.]
And now Britney is being giggle and fangirlish around Michael and he and Mike are being big-brother)ish. Bastards!
Nat, stop laughing!
I have enough sanity problems without finding out that my excomputer is on the same mailing list as me.
(Maya; SATalk)
I keep thinking bullet belts? No bullet belts? Jeans? Leather? Boots? High Tops?
(Dave Mustaine; deth bb's]
BOOK-BURNING ASSHOLES!
Immature of me? Probably, yes, but when I get threatened and talked down to, I tend to get pissy, and when I'm pissy, I act petty. And once again, if you have a public journal, you should be prepared for people to read it. I read LJs through my friends page, and I refuse to add yet another link to my collection just because you can't handle knowing that I read your journal.
And yes, actually, I do act like this in real life. You know why? Because I was raised in the conviction that you're allowed to speak your mind, and that if people are rude to you and [willfully?] misinterpret your words, you are not obliged to be considerate of their feelings anymore. As for my net-time, I'm online at work, okay? I spend about an hour in short breaks doing private things, and a couple of hours after work chatting and surfing. In total, It's not really that much.
And I do have friends. I count my net friends as real friends, because they are, and I may not have many of them, but at least I know they're real friends, who like me for who I really am.
Also note, Oh Exalted One, that anyone can see people's friends lists, okay? I didn't have to pose as your friend to get your new addy, I just looked at their profiles.
I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody! Help! You know I need someone. Heeeelp!
Can someone tell me how this:
Or perhaps, like one person who recently unsubbed, they don't like it that I dare say that I don't like some of the writing and list policies of the other list. Apparently the fact that all three S's and various other people from the other list have said extremely negative things about metslash and me in their journals and journal comments is completely irrelevant.is 'bashing'? Because people, that is the goddamned honest truth, okay? Of course, I can't prove that, because the entries that those comments were in have been made friends-only.
Also, I still really want to know WTF kind of trouble Nette and I could be in for friendifying anyone's LJ. Really. And if you mean some sort of karmic payback, allow me to laugh. Loudly.
I will shut up now.
Am I insane?