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[falcongrrl]

I'm posting this behind a cut because I have a feeling that it may be a little ranty. If you choose to look, consider yourself warned. ;-)



I woke up today with a headache, probably self-induced from staying up to watch the replay of the debate at 1am on CNN, since I was at my pagan group when it was on live. I should've gone to bed at 12:30am, or earlier (what a concept)...but at that time I was thinking, "well, I'm already up, might as well watch for a bit."

My feeling is that this debate was more boring than the other 2-3, but that might have been just because I was tired.

Anyway, soo...as I said, I wake up this morning with a headache, and stumble into the kitchen looking for coffee, and D starts picking at me. Nothing horrible, nothing that I can really put my finger on as terribly mean, but just...annoying.

Then he starts playing Harry Chapin. Harry fucking Chapin. A great lyricist but a sad one too. I don't want to hear Harry Chapin first thing in the morning. Now my head is filled with stories about fat waitresses and stoner taxi drivers and fathers who don't play with their little boys and aging radio DJs.

Life sucks. *sigh*

A former cyberplaymate is chatting with me about his on-again off-again online relationship and his less-than-satisfactory real life one. And right now I just feel like there's no point to any of it. We're all just running around trying to get someone to pay attention to us, and for what? Or maybe it's just me and my online friends who are doing that. But either way, everything is just seeming kind of pathetic to me.

Did I mention that I really don't like listening to Harry Chapin in the morning?

The people I want to talk to don't want to talk to me. The people who want to talk to me, at least online, mostly want to cyber with me, which, while flattering at times, right now just has me feeling like a whore. Like if I'm going to be this good at something and this much in demand for it, I really should charge money for it, and then I'd be, well, rich. Rich, I tell you! mwah hah hah hah hah...

And now my online friend is talking about how much he likes me, how he feels he can really talk to me, be himself around me. And I feel a little better.

It's too bad Harry Chapin died. He'd probably write a fucking song about this.

I don't think I'm being sarcastic.

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Comments

[koogrr.livejournal.com]

Prozzak wrote a few good songs about this.

[ladyperegrine.livejournal.com]

cool. :-)

oh, and I didn't mean YOU, lol. But you are a rl friend, anyway, not just online. :-)

C.