It's a month since my birthday.
[Twenty for a month.
Am I getting old?]
My ambitions merely grow with age, as, apparently, does my
appeal.
[What the hell is that all about? I'm heterosexual, ferChrist'ssake.
Definitely heterosexual.
...all right, even if I wasn't, why on earth do people assume?
Why do people constantly question me? Is it the face? The hair? If I cut my hair quite short and dyed it blonde, would they shut up about all of this?
I am at one with the me. I am rooted in the me who is on this adventure. Breathe.
Admittedly, this shows that my popularity has gone up infintesimally. However, I'd prefer popularity from the gender I am actually interested in.
Or the gender that I am, which has the option of worshiping me.
But not trying to get into my pants.]
...that one apparently has been doing the same to others, so I have no special treatment. What a relief. Is it one of those little jokes? Something appears to have been lost in translation.
It matters little, at any rate.
...I ought to upload some new icons sometime.