^MARSHMALLOW!^
Project completion at 53.8%
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade...
Masquerade!
Hide you face so the world will never find you....
But underneath the mask, I am... impossibility.
My scratch pads have some more work, the ones that didn't quite make it...
"When that happens, I get scared and act calm." - Brother
"I was blow-drying my hair and I didn't feel that it was quite manly enough, so I started blow-drying my balls." - Brother
Behind all these words are people with feelings. Take care of the people and the content will take care of itself. -- Editor Log: May 2009
Things I read here make my faith in humanity bloom with beautiful flowers. Amazing people are EVERYWHERE!
No, really. You people, all of you, are almost damnably amazing. Don't stop.
Sometimes I log in just to watch the catbox.
I like to write messages to people who will never read them. Maybe if they come back, they will see my name in their inbox. It's my way of trying to show appreciation for people who used to be here, shared something amazing and said goodbye.
And it is bittersweet to find multiple nodes I enjoy under one title, all written by people no longer here. Almost like finding a nodeshell that I know didn't used to be.
I really really hate that I forget so many of the amazing things I read here. But I love finding them again.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
♥
/me misses Sc0ut
I am in a weird mood. I am arguing with myself.
Participate in your own manipulation.
I cannot win. I can only lose. I am not letting myself win.
I am getting inside my own head.
I cannot scream loud enough or run fast enough to get rid of this pressure in my chest.
But I can sing. It makes it better sometimes.
FUCK!
That helps a little sometimes too.
I have also taken to punching a convenient cardboard box.