July 16th, 2008

slightly mental

Deep, literary life application of the day.

As far as my internet life is concerned most days I feel like Lovecraft's Outsider, crawling through the window into everyone's revelry only to have them run away, shrieking and maddened by some horrific addition to the party. "No, I only just arrived, why must the party be so disrupted now?!" Then I myself warily step through the abandoned halls, not knowing what's there that drove the rest out. What nightmare sent them so far from me? What? What is it? Gasp, my god, I see it now! That boring sight not far from me. Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't...!

I feel cold! What is this?

OH IT'S ME IN THE MIRROR BECAUSE I SUCK SO MUCH OR SOMETHING.

...but, you know, I'm at peace with my jobs and hair at the moment. So I've got that going for me.