which sucks, because normally I'd just post my whine on my tumblog, but the person in question is practically my shadow on that website.

A few weeks ago he send me a private message telling me I'm awesome (flattery will get you everywhere) and that we should totally chat over aim. So, why not? I'm always on aim, I'm always on tumblr, we both think I'm awesome - what's the problem?

The problem is the difference between fangirls and fanboys.

We are too similar for my comfort, but at the same time he's clingy to the point where I just want him to get away from me. Every time I log on to aim: Hi :). Every time I come back from an idle status: welcome back :D. Every time he tells me a story I have no comment on: sorry I'm so chatty lol :D For the first time in about seven years, I wish I used MSN instead, so I could block him, but not have him removed from my flist. So he wouldn't be able to talk to me all day, every day.

I'm independent, single, an only child, and a hermit. I can't deal with this constant bombardment of creepy fanboy attention.

I'm going as Kimberley Vlaminck for Halloween. I'm hyped.

Second snow of the year. And I slept through most of it.

Snow~!

First snow of the year! I've switched back to my winter duvet and I'm excited~!

but that’s because I’m never up earlier enough to smell it except when I’m camping. So this morning, while I’m standing out on the porch, drinking my first cup of the day, I keep expecting to hear Tom’s voice telling me Gooooooood morning, campers! over a tinny speaker system and then, in a humourous way (that totally isn’t funny when all you want to do is sleep), telling me to wake myself up and get my booty down to the Chuck for some breakfast. So, again, with my cuppa coffee and my green plaid pjs this morning, I get a hankerin’ to jump on some sleepy campers to wake them up as obnoxiously as possible. I have no campers in my house. All I had this morning was Carol. I pinched her big toe.

It wasn’t a very satisfying amount of “obnoxious”.

Eh. We’re off to Vancouver this morning. By road! Hopefully we don’t die. Wish us luck!

I either need to convert more of my friends to tumblr, or make more tumblr friends. Cause I have no one to talk to about the wonders of riding a bnf's coattails to bump up your tumblarity.

"What are you doin' over there, Lee? Stars?"
"Exes and Ohs."
"...Suddenly I'm all happy."

I've decided it's about time I start hanging photos on my walls. Photos, in frames. Like a grownup. If I hang prints scattered around, and invest in a single digital frame to hang on the wall as well, that could work out quite nicely.

That's me, age 5 or so. And I love that half the photo is blown-out from a finger or a thumb or something. I'm still not sure if that's makeup or bruising. I ran into a doorknob around that age, so that could be the early work of the black eye.

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Is it just me, or does Gackt's "Another World" sound exactly like that Josie and the Pussycats song?