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In the Quiet

Maybe it's just me and the people I know, but it certainly seems quieter on the net with the WFC kicking off. It's a sign that I got to get me some new people, obviously. I got to get out of this scene. Find swimming models. Beaches. Some shit like that. I mean, I dreamed I owned a cat last night. This shit just isn't right. The cat was a stray that latched onto me, and that, there, might just be the story of my life.

One night it'll probably claws my eyes out.


Nov. 4th, 2005 03:04 am (UTC)
i did that, and i'd have to shut this blog down by the end of the weekend. then maybe kill myself.
Nov. 4th, 2005 03:06 am (UTC)
hey, it'd upstage world fantasy con... maybe...

Nov. 4th, 2005 03:09 am (UTC)
i don't reckon my death or this blog shutting down would register much at all, really. certainly not enough to make anyone stop drinking and having fun.
Nov. 4th, 2005 03:37 am (UTC)
I have an image of Deb reading your suicide blog, then looking around the internet cafe to check if anyone saw her reading it, then thinking "if I pretend I didn't read this until the con is over..."

Nov. 4th, 2005 05:00 am (UTC)
you're assuming she'd even read it. if she were here right now, that's exactly what she'd say. then she'd laugh and give me a gun and a plastic sheet.