Slantily Nitchy.

Hubub. Huboozle.

I don't know what those words mean, but I thought it was time to post a blog since September will be gone after tomorrow.

I'm not even gonna tell you what I've been up to. Dermatillomania is still kind of rampant in my life description. But whatever, that's all I'm gonna say about that. Because you see thugs and slugs, I'm choosing to disappear from the internet a bit. Just a mini cutesy sorta disappearance. You know, a lot less posting of anything (as if you haven't been affected by this already unfortunate deserted blog *slantily sad face*).

...If I can help it, if I can keep myself from posting on the interwebz...

I have so many emotions, thoughts, or funny things to express at any given second. I think if I reduce my internet presence a little, it'll help me to focus that energy into something better, like... doing the dishes with more gusto. Or, taking the dogs outside to go potty with less impatience. Or... painting an entire building then running away quickly so no one will know (OH, they'll know eventually though, those good for nothing witnesses...). Creative outlets--other than this piece of junk internet--are a must for bizarre freaks like mEE!

I usually just, I dunno, regret (every)thing(s) I say or post on the internet. I read it the next day and scratch my dainty head, feel deep remorse and wanna delete everything, destroy it all. Because, well, I hate myself with a fiery passion.

...So so stupid.

But then I realize... no one gives a shit! :) I'm just one of billions of people. No one reads or cares about what I have to say. I can truly get away with murder. Being a nobody makes you feel free with a few exceptions. I do hope to be a somebody one day though. Somebody who has a knack for something honest and great. I haven't really found my nitch yet (isn't that obvious). I kind of envy people who have found their nitch even though they most likely, eventually hate themselves for having found said nitch. There's gotta be a balance so you don't end up hating yourself in any one direction.

Hmm, I think I wanna write a book. A terribly odd book full of nonsense. I'd be good at that. People would hate it, but still buy/read it because of how nonsensical it is. I know of authors who have done this, so I know it works. Luckily for me, I don't have to try too hard to not make sense.

...Perfect!




Nightynightnightandbugbites.