I suppose that the only reason I have enough (internet) courage to do this is bolstered by the fact that you have mysteriously vanished, and it is likely will never see this. I can't really think of a way to do this that won't come off as exceptionally creepy (internet-style), so I won't bother trying; this is an internet come-hither. I adore you, greensubmarine, even when you're being emo, and I really like your cat, too.
strange (internet) girl, i am flattered by your comments, although i'd proffer than this journal is probably a pauvre interpretation of me as an actual person, so it's odd to adore a series of moody journal entries- words on a page, if you follow. i'm not sure what this 'come-hither' means on the internet these days- i'm not down on all the hip lingo you kids use today, but you should know i'm happily involved. nevertheless, let me extend my thanks for your comments re: myself and cat, maybe we can be friends, as i just so happen to be in the market for friends.
There really isn't much need (or: let's be honest: any at all) to maintain/sustain/retain/invent any sort of (internet) comradery, although I do appreciate the offer. Um, let me explain. (How awkward.) You see, on December 15th, roughly half an hour before I wrote to you, I recieved an email from some bizarre boy, who expressed hiw undying love and devotion, which, although there was no intent, strings, or other malicious/suspicious devices intended, still made me feel...warm. Of course, immediately after the stunning effects wore off, I was determined to spread this feeling of joy, and avoid studying for a bit longer. I thought of You, dear greensubmarine, because of your tremendously dour outlook on life. Please understand, I am the same bizarre harbringer of secret affection, and would much rather leave you on your pedestal than get to know the real, probably flawed, man behind the haircut.
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i am flattered by your comments, although i'd proffer than this journal is probably a pauvre interpretation of me as an actual person, so it's odd to adore a series of moody journal entries- words on a page, if you follow. i'm not sure what this 'come-hither' means on the internet these days- i'm not down on all the hip lingo you kids use today, but you should know i'm happily involved. nevertheless, let me extend my thanks for your comments re: myself and cat, maybe we can be friends, as i just so happen to be in the market for friends.
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There really isn't much need (or: let's be honest: any at all) to maintain/sustain/retain/invent any sort of (internet) comradery, although I do appreciate the offer. Um, let me explain. (How awkward.) You see, on December 15th, roughly half an hour before I wrote to you, I recieved an email from some bizarre boy, who expressed hiw undying love and devotion, which, although there was no intent, strings, or other malicious/suspicious devices intended, still made me feel...warm. Of course, immediately after the stunning effects wore off, I was determined to spread this feeling of joy, and avoid studying for a bit longer. I thought of You, dear greensubmarine, because of your tremendously dour outlook on life. Please understand, I am the same bizarre harbringer of secret affection, and would much rather leave you on your pedestal than get to know the real, probably flawed, man behind the haircut.
Yours sincerely,
savethesheep.
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