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Okay so the number changed and I have to throw out the t-shirt I made.
How do I get lj to stop telling my this crap? Usually I can get people to stop telling me crap by giving them a stern look or employing my favorite once outlawed old English phrase Fuck off but there is no box to tick or click or whatever for this wee bit of wasted lj space.
How do I get lj to stop telling my this crap? Usually I can get people to stop telling me crap by giving them a stern look or employing my favorite once outlawed old English phrase Fuck off but there is no box to tick or click or whatever for this wee bit of wasted lj space.
My current position in the top live journals is 4,172. How should I feel about this?
I mean, really.
Like is that good or bad? Is it something I can tell my grandkids someday? Is it what I will think of when I am dying? Does it mean I am not liked, or read or read a little bit or liked a little bit? Should I ask other people what their position is and then try to figure out why they are a larger or smaller number?
should I try not to think about it?
Why are they telling me this? Do they want me to try harder to get a better position? Can they sell me a course in how to do that? Is that why, to make money? Are they telling me to forget about journaling, but that doesn't make any sense...
I don't even know why I do it. When I post something that I think is really creative and no one comments I feel like killing myself. When I post something about cancer or depression and people say nice things to cheer me up I feel like killing myself. When I feel like killing myself I don't write about it because I don't want anyone to feel bad, just in case they read it. Also if I did and no one said anything I might feel worse. FOUR THOUSAND AND ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO. I will make a t-shirt and wear it. No one will ask me what it means, or if they do I will give them the link to this entry and maybe the number will get better...
I mean, really.
Like is that good or bad? Is it something I can tell my grandkids someday? Is it what I will think of when I am dying? Does it mean I am not liked, or read or read a little bit or liked a little bit? Should I ask other people what their position is and then try to figure out why they are a larger or smaller number?
should I try not to think about it?
Why are they telling me this? Do they want me to try harder to get a better position? Can they sell me a course in how to do that? Is that why, to make money? Are they telling me to forget about journaling, but that doesn't make any sense...
I don't even know why I do it. When I post something that I think is really creative and no one comments I feel like killing myself. When I post something about cancer or depression and people say nice things to cheer me up I feel like killing myself. When I feel like killing myself I don't write about it because I don't want anyone to feel bad, just in case they read it. Also if I did and no one said anything I might feel worse. FOUR THOUSAND AND ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO. I will make a t-shirt and wear it. No one will ask me what it means, or if they do I will give them the link to this entry and maybe the number will get better...
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Oct. 13th, 2011 01:12 pmQuills. Prompt: scent, in an erotic setting...
Okay, I have no idea where this came from but here goes, a bloody haiku:
Butcher's blood and edge
The knife would sing of lovers
if scent were music.
I did work as a meat wrapper in a butcher shop when I was a teenager...
Okay, I have no idea where this came from but here goes, a bloody haiku:
Butcher's blood and edge
The knife would sing of lovers
if scent were music.
I did work as a meat wrapper in a butcher shop when I was a teenager...
Is that weird? My friend list and my be-friended lists are SO SMALL they stand out. Why would total strangers want to read this when I don't speak their languages?
Seriously. I am wierded out by this.
One posts cheezy girly photos! Yuk. Ick.
Seriously. I am wierded out by this.
One posts cheezy girly photos! Yuk. Ick.
