Friends list purged. Why? Because I'm tired of grey spots and don't talk to lots of people on there. Also purged the list of waiting friend requests. Why? Because I don't recall ever having spoken to any of the people on that list either. You want to be my friend, talking to me helps.
Shit, you want to be my friend in real life, returning phone calls is a helpful way to start. I have this habit of deciding that people hate me and just giving up, so waiting for me to call you is going to be a long frickin' wait.
I have X: The Unheard Music still wrapped in plastic on my desk-cum-pileofshit. I am too fucking tired to watch it. Fucking tired is probably the wrong expression. I wish I were tired from fucking. I am not. I am tired from working 12 hours today.
Good deed for the week: gave my expensive ultra-high converse to Shannon. They are cuter on her than they are on me. I need to get rid of more things I don't use. Clothes, shoes, toys, friends...
I sound callous as hell about my friends. Let me be perfectly frank. I am fairly sure that I am the best friend a lot of people have as far as advice, dependability, and willingness to not make judgments. I don't ask personal questions and I don't make people feel shitty for their dumbass moves. I answer the phone at all hours of the day and night and make time for anyone that wants my time. I worry almost preternaturally about my friends' well-being.
I don't get that much back from most people. I don't really expect it. But if I don't get something out of spending time talking to you, if I spend more time around you feeling bad than anything else, why the hell should I bother? My own company isn't so bad. And when I bore myself, there's always Victor Hugo, J.T. Leroy, David Bowie, Wim Wenders, Maxine Hong Kingston, Nick Cave, Jean Genet, Tom Waits, Ridley Scott, Neil Jordan, Todd Haynes, Julie Taymor, Robert Rodriguez, Virginia Woolf, Fiona Apple, Frank Miller, Neil Gaiman, Joan Jett, Warren Ellis, Sofia Coppola (and her dad), Jon Spencer, Martin Scorsese, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Pedro Almodovar, Iggy Pop, Elvis, Bruce Springsteen and of course Johnny fucking Cash to spend quality time with. Not to mention Marlon Brando, Rita Hayworth, Paul Newman, Liz Taylor and Marilyn Monroe.
Really, who has time for the bullshit?
Shit, you want to be my friend in real life, returning phone calls is a helpful way to start. I have this habit of deciding that people hate me and just giving up, so waiting for me to call you is going to be a long frickin' wait.
I have X: The Unheard Music still wrapped in plastic on my desk-cum-pileofshit. I am too fucking tired to watch it. Fucking tired is probably the wrong expression. I wish I were tired from fucking. I am not. I am tired from working 12 hours today.
Good deed for the week: gave my expensive ultra-high converse to Shannon. They are cuter on her than they are on me. I need to get rid of more things I don't use. Clothes, shoes, toys, friends...
I sound callous as hell about my friends. Let me be perfectly frank. I am fairly sure that I am the best friend a lot of people have as far as advice, dependability, and willingness to not make judgments. I don't ask personal questions and I don't make people feel shitty for their dumbass moves. I answer the phone at all hours of the day and night and make time for anyone that wants my time. I worry almost preternaturally about my friends' well-being.
I don't get that much back from most people. I don't really expect it. But if I don't get something out of spending time talking to you, if I spend more time around you feeling bad than anything else, why the hell should I bother? My own company isn't so bad. And when I bore myself, there's always Victor Hugo, J.T. Leroy, David Bowie, Wim Wenders, Maxine Hong Kingston, Nick Cave, Jean Genet, Tom Waits, Ridley Scott, Neil Jordan, Todd Haynes, Julie Taymor, Robert Rodriguez, Virginia Woolf, Fiona Apple, Frank Miller, Neil Gaiman, Joan Jett, Warren Ellis, Sofia Coppola (and her dad), Jon Spencer, Martin Scorsese, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Pedro Almodovar, Iggy Pop, Elvis, Bruce Springsteen and of course Johnny fucking Cash to spend quality time with. Not to mention Marlon Brando, Rita Hayworth, Paul Newman, Liz Taylor and Marilyn Monroe.
Really, who has time for the bullshit?
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mylf:
I hear ya about the friends. I have purged quite a few IRL friends over the past 2 years, and I haven't felt this great in years. 