mrmuller

You know, I almost wish that I actually wrote in a real journal. I mean, this isn't a personal journal. For all intents and purposes it's a public journal. There are a lot of thoughts and feelings I have, that I wouldn't relate to you, through this journal. Mostly because no one wants to hear what I think, and even if you do want to hear what I think, you don't want to hear what I think if you get my very subtle meaning.
There are things I know about myself, that I've never heard out loud, or seen in type, but I can't put them here. If I did, people would think I'm crazy, or stupid, or just weird, and they'd surely argue with me. I understand this, because surely these things would sound ludicrous coming from a normal person, but that's just what I'm not, normal. There's something I will share with you. I've only ever wanted to be normal, but amoung innumerous other things, that's something I will never be. I know what you're thinking, what is normal, and why on earth would you want to be normal? Well I have my own ideas about what normal is, and I will tell you this, most everyone here falls under that category. Get over it. Neener, neener, neener.

To paraphrase a line from one of my favorite movies; this is as good as it gets.

In other news, I mentioned before that my hairs over two feet long now. I tried to get some good pictures, but being that with me, that's an oxymoron, they didn't turn out well. So anyway, I selected a couple that were the least dreadful. Don't mind my pasty skin, the flash makes it look ghoulish. Look away, I'm naked in the first one!

I also bought some CH3-CH2-OH for the first time yesterday! Perhaps I'll enjoy it later, after I stop feeling so ill. I just wanted to do it because I can.

I'll catch you cats and kittens later.