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UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH I FAIL AT LIIIIIIIIFE
And by life I mean lj. Same thing, right? Or at least the lines between the two have always been hazy. Things we know.
But seriously, I know I have been absent here other than popping in sporadically and spamming you with pics of people who will never be cast in things that will never exist outside of my brain. I'm just so very tired all the time, especially when I get home at night, that all I want to do is watch TV and reblog pictures of pretty people on tumblr. Because that's easier. It involves zero investment. All I have to do is press a button. I still love lj, I swear, but I guess I needed a bit of a break from it? Or I am lazy, one or the other. Probably the same thing.
I haven't written anything longer than three or four sentences in forever. I sit down to write and end up making lists. Mostly lists for picspams. Sometimes lists of why I love one thing or another. And I got to thinking yesterday (while other people were ranting about Valentine's Day, which I get, but it's one of those things I just can't muster up the emotional energy to hate? I really have zero feelings on it. Which kind of rocks my worldview, discovering that something exists which I have zero feelings on. But there you go) that maybe it's a good thing no relationships are on the horizon for me, because wouldn't that just take so much emotional energy? Like, how could I ever find a guy I could love more than I love British television? And fried food? And Faulkner novels? And Vienna? And the internet? And when given a choice between being with people (and by people I mean people who are either A) not related to me, B) the BFF, or C) Lil Sis's BFF) or being home and spending time with my beautiful, beautiful computer and my very comfy armchair, I'm like "INTERNET TIME! PICSPAM-MAKING TIME! READING YA NOVELS TIME! STAYING HOME AND WATCHING THINGS WHILE WEARING MINIMAL CLOTHING TIME!"
Wait. Maybe what I meant by "I fail at life" is "I fail at life."
Anyways, enough wallowing in my fail-dom. Popping in. Tell me about your lives. Tell me anything. Ask me anything. Post random gifs. Whatever. I've missed y'all, even if the idea of wading through comments or my flist is too overwhelming to contemplate at the moment. Still: hi! ♥
Oh, and I think I have a few fic recs for you later! So that's contributing, right?
But seriously, I know I have been absent here other than popping in sporadically and spamming you with pics of people who will never be cast in things that will never exist outside of my brain. I'm just so very tired all the time, especially when I get home at night, that all I want to do is watch TV and reblog pictures of pretty people on tumblr. Because that's easier. It involves zero investment. All I have to do is press a button. I still love lj, I swear, but I guess I needed a bit of a break from it? Or I am lazy, one or the other. Probably the same thing.
I haven't written anything longer than three or four sentences in forever. I sit down to write and end up making lists. Mostly lists for picspams. Sometimes lists of why I love one thing or another. And I got to thinking yesterday (while other people were ranting about Valentine's Day, which I get, but it's one of those things I just can't muster up the emotional energy to hate? I really have zero feelings on it. Which kind of rocks my worldview, discovering that something exists which I have zero feelings on. But there you go) that maybe it's a good thing no relationships are on the horizon for me, because wouldn't that just take so much emotional energy? Like, how could I ever find a guy I could love more than I love British television? And fried food? And Faulkner novels? And Vienna? And the internet? And when given a choice between being with people (and by people I mean people who are either A) not related to me, B) the BFF, or C) Lil Sis's BFF) or being home and spending time with my beautiful, beautiful computer and my very comfy armchair, I'm like "INTERNET TIME! PICSPAM-MAKING TIME! READING YA NOVELS TIME! STAYING HOME AND WATCHING THINGS WHILE WEARING MINIMAL CLOTHING TIME!"
Wait. Maybe what I meant by "I fail at life" is "I fail at life."
Anyways, enough wallowing in my fail-dom. Popping in. Tell me about your lives. Tell me anything. Ask me anything. Post random gifs. Whatever. I've missed y'all, even if the idea of wading through comments or my flist is too overwhelming to contemplate at the moment. Still: hi! ♥
Oh, and I think I have a few fic recs for you later! So that's contributing, right?
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EXACTLY. Story of my life.
Hey! What serendipity! I'm planning on reccing a couple of Hunger Games fic in my next rec post! Yay!
OMG CANDICE ACCOLA'S FACE. SO IN LOVE.