i don't know about all of this
all of this internet contact dependence
i would contend to say that i get more contact socially with my computer than with real people,
and that scares the shit out of me
fb,twit,blog,email,itunes,ichat,skype
this is scary
and im walking into it with crossed fingers that its all just a harmless phase
but it can't be
no this is growing too rapidly
this need to share my every ironic thought with the world
whereas I was weird only in my head, not I am proudly weird all over.
that used to be just for me... now its for you too
what happened to mystery, and patience?
Remember when you'd have to wait for the cute boy from 5th period to call you, hoping it wouldn't be intercepted by your parents first? Because they'd have a thousand questions about this boy, and you just think he's nice.
Mystery might still exist, but people are too impatient to wait for it
Sexy is not as sexy, because your profile picture is a good looking as you get.
This isn't going away,
Facebook is the new scrapbook
and if not that, then this dumb blog
and your dumb blog
It's creeping in real life
the integrity of the pen and paper, and a handwritten letter (you can smell her faint perfume on the paper and it drives you wild)
thats just a novelty.
Postcards are for the birds
I conduct my whole life around this trendy white little box.
It's so far from anything natural looking, it is an alien that we've become friends with
I still don't understand it, but it is significant to me
and I would probably cry if it died?
does that make it a friend
Is a friend someone you cry for when they die?
I don't like this. I need aire.
but after I get some aire, i'll come back and check to see if anyone missed me?
I dont like this, but it's not going anywhere.
If I delete all of these digital vices, im not above anyone else, just afraid of what they're doing to me.
Then im out of the loop.
in an internet world, everything becomes hyperbole, or else it is looked past.
what about the soft spoken? those people are usually the most vocal in an internet setting
that's scary, i can't stop thinking how scary that is.
I don't even like that I have a blog
and I changed the title of it from:
"I'm not the type of girl to have a blog"
... because I AM that type, i fucking am and I don't want to be
If its not a blog, its every other colorful, square webpage and its fucking disgusting
I hate how they format it for you, how your artful writing is only doneso within the confines of the assholes at blogsarereal.com, or ibelieveinthepowerofblogs.org, or i hatemybodyandhusbandbut.i<3blogs.com
fuck.
now my title is: As long as there is whiskey in the world
because it is unanimous for where I am in my life right now
this phrase describes a feeling of youth i feel in my physical life, and I've translated it to my virtual life.
i made this blog my ugly fucking twin
I got on this to post about how much I love my weird life right now, but you know what, NO. Thats for me. I'm keeping it to myself, maybe ill write it in my real journal.
BECAUSE THIS IS NOT REAL.
