homewrecker

MissMisha, my favorite tattoo artist, was right. When I first joined SG, she told me "Welcome to your new obsession." Little did she know! Now I log on several times a day to check for new journal entries, group messages, nastygrams, restraining orders, etc. I am totally obsessed. It's even interfering with my job and I couldn't be happier about it.

The funny thing is that I'm not new to online communities by any means. I've dabbled in bulletin boards and gone to (l)usermeets since before the days of the world wide web. Only now have I found a group that I think is really cool and I desperately want to be a part of. I feel like the new kid who just wants to be accepted by all his fellow classmates.

So that brings me to my current problem...my emotional well-being seems to vary in direct proportion to the number of journal entries I receive. I haven't had any really exciting news to report in a few days, which means no new entries, which means no new comments.

So, someone, help a brother out! Drop me a quick line to let me know you care! Or even if you really don't, just humour me. My poor fragile ego can't handle the neglect.

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Anyway, as far as this weekend goes, there are two things that I am really excited about. First and foremost, I NEED SLEEP. I'm probably going to waste away much of my time off in an unconscious state. Nothing I love more than catching up on shuteye.

Secondly, the kind hosts BooBooKittyFuck and Nonsense are throwing a get-together at their place! It's going to be a night of drinking and vampire movies...what's not to like? And if I'm lucky, maybe I'll get bit while I'm there and live forever. Then I'd have all the time in the world to catch up on sleep, even if only during the day. But I don't know if I can handle the responsibility of having to write a never-ending saga of journal entries for the rest of eternity...