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so it goes.
As it would turn out, my life has gotten marginally better than these past 5 years I have spent on this blog. I feel like I have been writing here forever, and it has been holding me in place. I have several other blogs now on several other networks. I am going to use those for any further writings. Until then, I have decided to temporarily close this blog from further updates.
I will, however, remain an active Mindsay member under this username. I will provide follow up links to my other blogs if you so wish to continue reading. I am sure you've wondered where the hell I have been and why I haven't updated in so long -- the fact of the matter is, I was updating, quite frequently at that -- just not here.
So. Consider me present, but mute. I will be here for comments, for my friends and family, but I've been looking for a concrete stopping point here for quite some time now. I think everything I have realized over the past few weeks has lead me to conclude that I need to move on into adulthood now.
I guess I start living now...
I will, however, remain an active Mindsay member under this username. I will provide follow up links to my other blogs if you so wish to continue reading. I am sure you've wondered where the hell I have been and why I haven't updated in so long -- the fact of the matter is, I was updating, quite frequently at that -- just not here.
So. Consider me present, but mute. I will be here for comments, for my friends and family, but I've been looking for a concrete stopping point here for quite some time now. I think everything I have realized over the past few weeks has lead me to conclude that I need to move on into adulthood now.
I guess I start living now...
*Singled out Mindsay member* is stupid because they don't agree with me!
I am so freaking sick of random mindsay member who does not agree with me . I am going to draw attention to them now by revealing their identity and hoping this entry gets voted to top blogs so everyone else can share my grief and purposefully hurt their feelings, although I would never admit that was my motive. I won't even go as far to deem it unconscious. One thing I do know however is that if you do not vote for this entry, you are such a(n): Obama/McCain/Jesus/Satan/libertard supporter. You make me ill.
Random mindsay member who I do not agree with , you're pathetic! I encourage all others to block Random mindsay member who I do not agree with for exercising their right as a human to use the written word. Together, we can pretend that they are undeserving of our time.
God, it feels great to be pompous! All I need is the #1 Top Blog of tomorrow and I'll shit an orgasm!
Random mindsay member who I do not agree with , you're pathetic! I encourage all others to block Random mindsay member who I do not agree with for exercising their right as a human to use the written word. Together, we can pretend that they are undeserving of our time.
God, it feels great to be pompous! All I need is the #1 Top Blog of tomorrow and I'll shit an orgasm!
Now That's What I Call Dedication!
Ghostly image caught in gym.
And to think some people wouldn't be caught dead in a gym.
And to think some people wouldn't be caught dead in a gym.
Pirate Quiz
Your result for The What Kind of PIRATE Are You Test...
William Dampier
Naturalist, Scientist, and Buccaneer, Captain Dampier you are the gentleman of pirates! Circumnavigating the globe three times whilst collecting treasure and anthropological data has made you a pirate of substance and class which doesn't happen very often! You're in a league of your own here, and while I don't neccessarily condone the lack of wenching and bloodletting, your great passion and scientific inquisition are well noted!
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Reality Really
I like to read personal ads. Not really with intention of answering them, but out of simple interest. The other day I found one that was for a "sugar daddy." He was looking for a young thing to take care of. It wasn't quite as sick as it sounded, in fact it almost reeked of desperation. It was sad.
I wanted to know what it was about. I put on my best naive face and sent an email. His response was kind of interesting. Sarcastic dude, maybe slightly arrogant. He was looking for his soul mate it seemed. It made me frown that he thought being a sugar daddy would get him a wife. That aside, his entire email made him seem pretty likable, aside from a few snide remarks.
He closed the email with, "I have a 6 figure income and I just won a quarter mil playing the lottery. Are you for me?"
When you're asked what would you do with a million dollars, it's hard to not simply imagine the possibilities. My school would be paid off. I wouldn't even need to go to school, but I am not that lazy. Be able to do and have all those things you've always dreamed about... riding horses every day. Signing up for useless classes. Weaseling your way into the boring crowd, pretending to laugh over wine, trying hard not to insult the surrounding stupidity.
It all seems very lavish. And boring. Never a struggle, ever again. Don't assume I didn't have a hefty talk with myself about the outcome. By the end of the talk I laughed at myself for even considering it.
Today, we walked into Barnes and Noble. There is a double door entrance. We opened the first door and realized a putrid smell. Through the second doors, we saw a man who hadn't showered in possibly weeks. Opening the second door was almost a dare.
He stood in the front of the store, with a B&N shopping bag in hand. He was wearing all black. His face was scruffy, but he didn't have a beard. He wore leather, which added to the smell -- perhaps that of cow hide that had once been soaked, and was in the process of drying. I wondered what he was staring at. He had already made a purchase. Maybe he was just standing there to feel the pressures and securities of four surrounding walls. A glass window that we, perhaps, take advantage of on a daily basis -- how thick was this glass to him?
The silence was deafening. He was the center of the world; a harsh, cold, disgusting, core. He was the truth we long so badly to ignore. The smell infiltrates our nasal passages, but we cover it up with cologne. I reach into my pockets. All I have is my phone. I pull at my sweater, it's too small. The hat didn't belong to me. My wallet is at home, on the night stand. And because of my cast I only had one shoe on. He already had two different shoes. My feet were probably too small anyway.
On the way out, we notice he is smoking. He has some type of financial source. I think of the groceries that are in our car. We buy for our eating disorders: there is no way a car full of anoretic "safe foods" would make a difference in his life. I am hit with disgust once more.
His screams echo through my head, not for help.
He screams at us all to wake the fuck up.
I wanted to know what it was about. I put on my best naive face and sent an email. His response was kind of interesting. Sarcastic dude, maybe slightly arrogant. He was looking for his soul mate it seemed. It made me frown that he thought being a sugar daddy would get him a wife. That aside, his entire email made him seem pretty likable, aside from a few snide remarks.
He closed the email with, "I have a 6 figure income and I just won a quarter mil playing the lottery. Are you for me?"
When you're asked what would you do with a million dollars, it's hard to not simply imagine the possibilities. My school would be paid off. I wouldn't even need to go to school, but I am not that lazy. Be able to do and have all those things you've always dreamed about... riding horses every day. Signing up for useless classes. Weaseling your way into the boring crowd, pretending to laugh over wine, trying hard not to insult the surrounding stupidity.
It all seems very lavish. And boring. Never a struggle, ever again. Don't assume I didn't have a hefty talk with myself about the outcome. By the end of the talk I laughed at myself for even considering it.
Today, we walked into Barnes and Noble. There is a double door entrance. We opened the first door and realized a putrid smell. Through the second doors, we saw a man who hadn't showered in possibly weeks. Opening the second door was almost a dare.
He stood in the front of the store, with a B&N shopping bag in hand. He was wearing all black. His face was scruffy, but he didn't have a beard. He wore leather, which added to the smell -- perhaps that of cow hide that had once been soaked, and was in the process of drying. I wondered what he was staring at. He had already made a purchase. Maybe he was just standing there to feel the pressures and securities of four surrounding walls. A glass window that we, perhaps, take advantage of on a daily basis -- how thick was this glass to him?
The silence was deafening. He was the center of the world; a harsh, cold, disgusting, core. He was the truth we long so badly to ignore. The smell infiltrates our nasal passages, but we cover it up with cologne. I reach into my pockets. All I have is my phone. I pull at my sweater, it's too small. The hat didn't belong to me. My wallet is at home, on the night stand. And because of my cast I only had one shoe on. He already had two different shoes. My feet were probably too small anyway.
On the way out, we notice he is smoking. He has some type of financial source. I think of the groceries that are in our car. We buy for our eating disorders: there is no way a car full of anoretic "safe foods" would make a difference in his life. I am hit with disgust once more.
His screams echo through my head, not for help.
He screams at us all to wake the fuck up.
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