• Mood: tired
• Music: Armchair Cynics - Bang

So I go on AIM again for the first time in... a while

Because hey, there are people still on there that I really would like to talk to, and discuss stuff from life, to RP (which once upon a time was close enough to life give or take a little schizophrenia) to my weird liking of Jennifer's Body. (I don't care what you say, trashy as it often is, and horror as it most definitely is not, there's something a little touching about best friends that go a little wrong, and a little right, and a little twisted, but still friends...ish.)

Buuuuuut now I'm getting off-topic. Anyway. Point is, I finally got AIM working for me again a while ago, and I've poked at it, and it seems to be running perfectly fine now--I just have this major avoidance issue with half the people who bombard me immediately once I sign on. Not that I mind most people trying to chat with me--hell, I love it. I get cuddly teddy bear feelings of "d'aww people wanna talk to me~" Yeah. Sad. I know. I blame my childhood too.


So, it's not the people... or at least the people who actually seem to want to talk to me and not call me names/ask for sex. It's all the other people, the ones that rush at me with stuff like "HAVEN'T SEEN YOU ON FOR A WHILE WTF HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO H0R?" and "BITCH WHY HAVEN'T YOU POSTED MORE CHAPTERS OF XX?" and "WRITE SEX WITH ME PLEEEEEEEEEZ!" and I get so exhausted just explaining myself and hating on being called derogatory names unnecessarily and defending my reasons and trying to figure out a way to explain my disinterest in plotless Sephiroth porn no matter what new exciting couple you try and entice me with plzkthxbai that I really have no more energy left to try and make contact with the people I do want (and really, in terms of RP, need to talk to).

...That was a major run-on sentence of doom and I don't even want to begin to think about how to break it down. Whatever. Point is, over 26 people is a lot to block all at once just to get a little peace of mind. I haven't even covered the people who bypass the RP and go straight to demanding cybersex and/or real sex and/or some weird BDSM mashup of the two. Seriously. When did this hermit get so popular?

I love you guys. I do. I just really hate some of you too for making me feel like a coward by just not wanting to face all of you over and over and over again with all your downright rude demands.

In other news, I hid away from the internet as a whole yesterday for a couple of hours, to reread Gone With the Wind and make a little Jack Skellington papercraft.



The printer cut off little pieces off the neck part which stick up into his head to keep it attached. This means his head comes off. A lot. But oh well. It's canon. :) I wanna make more. I also have a firm desire to clean up my room/dust off my Play Arts. Photos of them in random poses will likely ensue. And then I might draw. Less ranting is thus likely to ensue then, promise.