oh, internet, why won't you love me too?

[angelgazing]

I have issues. I know that I have issues. You, having read any part of my journal, know that I have issues.

But really, I mean, really.

No. Really.

One of these days I'm gonna pack up my shit and leave. It's going to happen except that it absolutely one hundred percent will not because I am a chicken and freakishly attached to my mother. Still. It's nice to dream.


So. Well. I am in love with the internet. And Rusty Ryan. Because I'm a special kind of masochist. Always inanimate objects and fictional characters. They never love me back, either, but maybe that's their appeal...


::snorts::

I have no point. I'm just procrastination in human form or something. I thought about doing an essay on procrastination, but that seemed like it was maybe going a little bit far. :p

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[musesfool.livejournal.com]

I am in love with the internet. And Rusty Ryan. Because I'm a special kind of masochist. Always inanimate objects and fictional characters.

I hear you.

Especially on the Rusty love. Sneaky bastard.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

The Rusty love totally snuck up on me too. I was all lalalala and then someone, who is on my flist and whose name rhymes with fusesfool, decided to post O11 fic.

I enjoy placing blame. The movie was all mindless fun until it was Danny/Rusty slash and he's always got his hands by his mouth and I have a thing for that, apparently. I swear I never looked at Brad Pitt twice before this either.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

*points at icon*

I blame him.