girthy

Bitches.



I was thinking about it. I've figured out what this whole SG thing is to me.

It's like a city.

There's always people hustling and bustling about going on about their business, whatever that may be.

But then there's like neighborhoods, with people that hang out togeather; they always comment in their journals, they may or may not chill in real life, but they probably talk outside of SG albeit through instant message or the wireless phone waves or, god forbid, land lines. Some also write to each other.

I used to think of it like it was some kind of drug. One that i was horribly adicted to. Netroin I would call it.
There was this sence of fellowship and acceptance that I never really experanced on such a large scale before. I was hooked.

I needed my fix everyday, sometimes I would be on till wee hours of the morning.

Internet Junky. I was.

Then it turned in to this MMO kinda thing, cause there was this constant flow of edge of your seat plot twists. It was like you had your SG persona, and your real life persona. Both were very different, yet equally awesome.
I was GirthmanCossey, SuicideBoy extrodenare whilst jacked in to the SuicideGirls servers, by day, I was Christopher R. Cossey, struggeling art student. Not even an artist yet, how pathetic is that! I was just another comic geek wanting to make cartoons for a living, with a car full of junk and a dream.

Now, I see it as a city.

A dark, noirish, neon lit city, filled with mysterious, intregueing, characters. Kinda like the matrix, but in this uber gothy, Tim Burtonish berlesque house. So many identities. The moderators watching over the people, plucking out the creepy, dangerous, or counterprofitable members and making them wander around amlessly in the horrable limbo that is "Forced Anonymous" or make them dissapear entirely. The rumors and the scandals about the inner workings of the site, and other such forms of drama.

I'll say this, it would make a kick ass movie.