I just had the best/dumbest idea
I’m gonna make like a dozen other Tumblr blogs.
I’m gonna give em all personalities. We’re all gonna follow each other. and reblog each other. I’ll be my best friend, biggest fan and worst enemy. I’ll even stalk my self. I’ll ask myself invasive questions. I’ll post my nudes against my consent. I’ll be there for me when I cry.
I’ll be a self contained blog community.
if you throw around the ignorant ass term privilege when you are trying to make a point, then your opinion is no longer valid to me.
feel free to unfollow me now.
I don’t care.
I’m just gonna like all your stuff till you notice me.
socially awkward stalker strategy starts now
I need an older crowd.
I have no clue what these kids are talking about half the time.
I’m watching a movie… on DVD.
feels like an antique already.
Turns out my biggest fan isn’t from Florida. Thats where their choice of proxy is. And that’s probably why my requests for interaction have been ignored. So I’m adding a script to block proxies. Sorry visitor formerly know as “Tampa”, but now you’ve creeped me out. A proxy? Why are you hiding?
After the last “do you like me check yes or no” post, I actually have a message. One. I hadn’t expected that. but now I’m a bit… apprehensive about checking it. It’s been a rough couple days. Haven’t had any hate mail in a while. I have no idea what’s in there.
You’ve won an iPad…
I’m gonna take a shower and start my day.
There’s a dozen other ways to contact me. I’m sure you could find one if you wanted.
I am absolutely thinking about deleting all this shit and starting over. again.
guess I should sleep on it. think it over.
I worked with a team doing disaster relief work in New Orleans right after Katrina (before, during and after Rita). For the first week or so, clean water was scarce. Drinking it was more of a priority.
I will never take my shower for granted ever again.
it is the middle of the damn night.
everyone I know is sleeping.
my inbox is empty
lost a follower. wonder who. wonder why. oh well.
I got a bunch of new followers recently. some of em are sexy. some of em are rad. there’s probably and applicable venn diagram for the ones that are both.
and then I got some new followers I am not sure about yet.
if you follow me, and I don’t follow you. send me a message, I probably don’t think you are legit or something. (I’ve gotten dozens of ghosts and bots that seem perfectly valid).
if you follow me. and I follow you. and you wanna chat me up or something, I’m totally into that. I just suck at making the first move. So to speak.
you didn’t read any of this did you?
it’s ok kitkat. but thanks anyway.
both of my parents died in their 50s. still kinda young. But I was an adult.
My mother accidentally overdosed on the prescription drugs that she was taking for anxiety, depression, and pain.
My father was a stranger to me. He had an aneurism.