Road to hell

paved, good intentions, blah blah blah.

*sigh*

so in other news...

You are a Slutcom 1, also known as the normal level of slutcom. This category is characterized by occasional hook-ups. These hook-ups are with people that could be potential relationship material, though that's not always 100 percent. They also tend to be not overly physical; sex is rare for a slutcom 1 - and generally, isn't much of a concern. Take the slutcom litmus test! The slutcom litmus test originated in A Word of Advice.

I'm waffling between being amused in general or disappointed that my score isn't higher.

My life as a bear market...

I don't know where this is coming from but lately it seems like anything I invest time and effort into yields nothing in return.

There are exceptions to this of course. I guess this is more indicative of my state of mind than any true statement on what's going on in my life. I just wish I wasn't constantly haunted by the feeling that I waste time, waste money, waste space, waste oxygen. And of course, at the end of that fun little progression is the feeling that quite technically my very existence is someone's inconvenient fuck up. Which doesn't make sense and really is just my own self-pity/indulgence/hatred talking... but why do the meaner of my little voices see fit to bring this up every single time? I mean, if someone tells you this shit enough times, of course you're going to start believing it.

mrrrph.

*facepalm*

My mother is flooding my inbox, or at least doing her best to. I say that because she's filtered into her own folder and I've been hearing my little "You've got hotmail" trillian alert going off over and over and over again and watching the unread message count in that folder go from 11 to 19.

On one hand, that means she's okay enough to bother me.

On the other hand... *sigh*

I should just fucking give up my long held dreams of peace and sanity... Actually there's a lot I've been thinking of giving up... meh.

Je me déteste quelquefois....

Fuckit.

I'm tired of wallowing in my own miasma of depressed self-pity. Luckily, just as I came to this conclusion, darkling_dreams called (I think she's bored - she's been on vacation all week...) bouncing about and inquiring as to the occurance of angst-ridden gay men and I was like you know what? Sure. Why not. Soooo... I'm getting the hell out of here and going downtown for a bit. yay. Great day for it really - it's rather obscenely sunny for March. And I'll get to spring Bellnoire, w00t! Damn I've missed her - no more late to class, ha! and there will be much queerassed folk tonight. Muuuuhahaha.

evening!

Getting out the house was definitely a good move.

1) got my bike back! huzzah! the drive train works like a dream, the brakes are as tight as a virgin's... >:) Except that now one of the grip shifts is fucked up, so I think I'm going to have to take Bellenoire back and yell at them about it. grryeeearrrgh.

2) picked out my leather... there is a collar, cuff and ankle-cuff set on the way... good thing too, I'll need them soon. :9

3) Currently watching queerassmybutt with the galz.... and there's chinese food on its way.

Much better. *happy bounce*