so i haven't posted anything for a while and some (very few, that is) people actually requested that i get something down, and i've been racking my brain(s) trying to decide what i could write about. i find that my blogging adventures have all been a little introspective even at the best of times. however, all though i won't claim the garbage i hark on about is particularly interesting, i find that my blog spot is the diary that you don't mind your nosey internet neighbours leafing through. the whole element of possible discovery is both thrilling and comforting. i believe that is what the internet does for a lot of us, it assures us that someone will 'care', even if only for a few seconds. they may browse over our pictures and laugh at us, or appreciate an intricately planned layout on myspace. facebook, the worst of them all, lets everyone we may have met, from our aunty to a one night stand from years back (speaking hypothetically, of course), have a peek into our lives. the need to know exactly how EVERYONE FEELS RIGHT NOW PLZ is pure sensationalism, the kind that the 21st century loves. our words cry out "LOVE ME", i don't care if you're a stranger, we share the same interests, and i can reveal as much or as little as i like to you. i can be more perfect, i can be more repulsive, or more funny. if i put more than three kisses it means i care about you. how could that be expressed in reality?
i'll let you in on something - it can.
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