In writing that first post I didn't know it would be a blog entry. I had just created my account and the title said "Introduce yourself to the Suicide Community!". I thought it was some entry for the profile, so I wrote some semi coherent stuff about how I was introduced to SG for the first time, thinking I could change it later on.
Boy, was I mistaken.
Before I knew it I had to comments welcoming me to the site (thank you, by the way), and got my hands full trying to add pictures to the gallery and wonder in bepuzzlement who all the people that wanted to add me as their friends were.
Things settled down after a while, however, and I started to really explore the site.
One thing has been made clear though. A pair of Aspen Pyjama pants are mine. Totally.
Got a compliment from Fractal on my stitchings of her, which was nice. I have lived with the Suicide Girls so far back in the subconscious for so long I have almost forgotten that they are real people. Fractal even had a very well-written column which I read with great enjoyment. Although it is with staggering and somewhat shy I take my first steps on this site it is in a way like coming home.
This is the way I always wanted to be.
I have been here constantly since three in the afternoon and time's winged chariot has hurried behind me and is passing me by as I speak. Here in Oslo it is a quarter past eleven in the evening, and my computer is indicating low batteries.
I should go to bed.
Soon.
Boy, was I mistaken.
Before I knew it I had to comments welcoming me to the site (thank you, by the way), and got my hands full trying to add pictures to the gallery and wonder in bepuzzlement who all the people that wanted to add me as their friends were.
Things settled down after a while, however, and I started to really explore the site.
One thing has been made clear though. A pair of Aspen Pyjama pants are mine. Totally.
Got a compliment from Fractal on my stitchings of her, which was nice. I have lived with the Suicide Girls so far back in the subconscious for so long I have almost forgotten that they are real people. Fractal even had a very well-written column which I read with great enjoyment. Although it is with staggering and somewhat shy I take my first steps on this site it is in a way like coming home.
This is the way I always wanted to be.
I have been here constantly since three in the afternoon and time's winged chariot has hurried behind me and is passing me by as I speak. Here in Oslo it is a quarter past eleven in the evening, and my computer is indicating low batteries.
I should go to bed.
Soon.