Heatwaves in your pants.

When I was a little girl, I would say to my mom "Ma the thing where they say 'no man is an island' thing, it's bull. I so can be my own island. All I need is a yatch."

Since then I have stood by my idea of living in a yatch in the middle of the Atlantic idea, and I will stand by it until the day I die. I wasn't raised to hold in too much input about other people. I can only tolerate a few so the rest are just goddamn annoying.

It's the strings, you know. They have the domino effect on my mind. Everything snowballs in. The more I know, the more I care, the more they suffocate me.

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If I don't call you by your first name, then I don't know you. We may have met before but that doesn't mean I'll remember you. I'm like heatwaves on a Russian winter when it comes to faces. I forget faces.

Honest to God all of you are the same to me, just as I should be the same as everyone else to you. It's just a matter of your level of appeal, it has nothing to do with my ego.
If you're interesting, people'll remember you. Simple law of the universe.

And I'm not friendly. I'm just awkward.

The purple is back!

I was browsing through the channels, bored sick out of my guts when I saw the reincarnation of the devil, disguised as a learning tool for unsuspecting children.

It's like,
The Return of the Barney, Purpler and More Reptilian-er.

And I thought Barney was infertile.

His name is Dibo. He's a dragon and he gives gifts to his friends.
He has a song too, this dragon.
(!!!!! neurons exploding alert)

But I couldn't bring myself to search for it. Looking for the picture was brave enough.

A thousand curse words (in different languages) ran through my mind but all that came out was a horrified 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!'

See how the purpleness steals your ability of speech.

Purple power indeed.

*no copyright infringement. Dibo belongs to Playhouse Disney.

(Not that I would ever want to own this thing.)

ika.

Current mood: bored.

Listening to: Autumn's Monologue.