I miss this place. This lawless awful place where we were all mad here. All angry here. I could unburden and the worst is that awful lovely people would know I was also awful. I don't have an online venue now. No faceless lovely place. No place I was me. If I lost my junk now, it'd be on facebook with my terrible judgmental family praying for my ( Read more... )

Isn't it funny how we were all so worried about the Russians when it was really Zuckerberg that killed us?

I am posting, simply to spite the "strike" and to say that I am very happy, and quite peaceful.

I'm going to go eat some tasty food, and come back to my haven for a night of Karazhan, and La Pucelle Tactics.

Hug somebody. Now. Go!

My journal is now friends-only..

Because my life is free of drama.. And I'd like to keep it that way.