Odd confessions.

It's not dumb per-se, it's silly, and overused. And I have the song in my Ipod, in fact.

Also, I am not a huge fan of cats, they're ok, and cute, but (aside kittens), they don't catch much of my attention

You will never convince me that the sewers of the internet- Youtube comment sections, Encyclopedia Dramatica, Something Awful, places like those- don't reflect how everyone actually thinks, and that people who don't hate everyone and everything aren't just being polite in public and vitriolic in private.

I am incredibly desensitized. I saw a car accident once, and didn't really feel anything. I mean I wanted to help the woman, her leg was twisted and bleeding in the door frame, but people were crying... I don't get it.

The Imp of the Perverse wants me to keep trying to top everybody in the thread.

I don't think this is what Jethro Q Walrustitty meant, by the way. Everything derails into sex or crazy here.

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I totally have that phone phobia. When I would schedule an interview/interview someone (for my school newspaper) I would always walk to their office rather than do it on the phone.

life is the sleep of no dreaming; stories allow us to dream again

Tzetze:

Why, no, it was addressed to the forum as a whole. I would never do anything to hurt any of you! Well, unless you hate overused memes, in which case I'm about to if you don't stop reading this post now. And don't say I didn't warn you just because I did so in a deliberately obtuse manner!

But now that you mention it, there is one very special troper for whom I hold a candle. Jack Bauer's stoicness would not be enough to resist this individual. Why, their words are so insightful, so poetic, revealing so beautiful a soul—yes! This is the perfect opportunity, the divinely ordained moment! I will no longer conceal my devotion! My heart beats only f

edited 24th Jun '09 8:33:11 PM by Haven

Productivity is for people without internet connections. -Count Dorku

I used to have a similar phone phobia, but years of calling many complete strangers to schedule interviews has pretty much desensitized me. Now if I could just stop fearing the actual people. . .

Oh, I have grandiose dreams of being a god. Or a saviour of mankind. Basically I have dreams of wanting to be the one to help mankind in a time of crisis and be called a saviour of mankind. Maybe some people will worship me as one too when I'm dead. Who knows. Sometimes I also think I should cause the crisis myself and start saving when the dust settles.

Yeah... oh my God. Yeah...

I don't understand your language. Speak up.

Once, as I was entering my dorm (this was obviously while I was still in college), I found two flyers stuck to the front door. One of them was about stopping a genocide in... someplace or other, and, well, you can see how much it affected me by the fact that I can't even remember which one it was that semester. The other one was about a lost cat, and that one made me want to cry.

the dice are loaded, the deck is stacked, the game itself will hold you back

I have no taste.

I wrote about a fish turning into the moon.

I promise I don't think like that. Reading/listening to that kind of vitriolic-ness hurts, whether I'm the target or not; I can only handle so much. Please be convinced just this once.

Confession, though: for the same reason, I can get pretty damn lost.

Some writing.

I'm not vitriolic. I'm not self-confident enough to hate anything.

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People on sites like Youtube scare the ever-loving crap out of me. I most certainly don't think like that, and I find it really disturbing that people do...

edited 24th Jun '09 9:40:29 PM by Miijhal

As a child I once wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We lacked jelly and being the dumb unsupervised kid I was I decided that sweet and sour sauce would be a fine substitute. I've never been able to eat the stuff since.

Also, if I were asked what sexual orientation I'd like to be in some other life or whatever I'd say pansexual or asexual.

If someone wants to accuse us of eating coconut shells, then that's their business. We know what we're doing. - Achaan Chah

I have never had noticeable acne on my face.

Some writing.

@AFGNCAAP: I'm incredibly jealous. My acne is persistent as hell...

I only said my face...I get it for real on my back.

Some writing.

I have acne on my arms, that's been there since I was a kid.

Mine apparently migrates...

I don't think South Park has lost any of its charm.

Sex, Drugs, and Rationality

I always find "deep meaning" in everything I see, including The Onion. The blindness of Aneris, as it were. Or Eris? I don't remember. Same thing.

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Although Occam's Razor would say I was hallucinating, and there's no way to prove that I wasn't, I really do believe I met Eris once, and shared a glass of wine with her in a garden in Greece.

Oh, yeah, and I wasn't in Greece at the time. Visions are tricky like that.

edited 24th Jun '09 10:09:21 PM by Lull The Conqueror

the dice are loaded, the deck is stacked, the game itself will hold you back

*shrugs* My dad believes in UFOs due to personal experience, no big deal.

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Anything can happen.

edited 24th Jun '09 10:10:45 PM by Oscredwin

Sex, Drugs, and Rationality

So Lull, did you talk about anything?

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Long as we're tellin', I've met Morpheus. Or someone an awful lot like him. Of course, I was asleep at the time, so it was probably my conception of him surfacing; I doubt he'd waste his personal time on me.

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