Also,
The photograph in question has now been privated, returning this blog to it’s rightful G rating.
G is for Genigmatic, after all. Don’t want to risk moving into the PG range (Promiscuous Genigmatic).
…I’m hilarious.
good to see youre wearing clothes this time gen
Sigh. I show I bit of shoulder which suggests that I may not be entirely clothed, and WHAM, hounded. Actually, my best friend is very eager to take a photo of me holding a lit cigarette (not a nudie, just so we’re clear. Although that would certainly be upping the ante HA) and then upload it to facey and watch everyone freak out. Just another riveting day in the life of a goodie-two-shoes…
A Public Word of Thanks
There is a man who inhabits this virtual space, and fills it with beautiful images of my home town; photographs of sea shells and blue skies, and sneaky coffees and sweets on sunny days.
It is apparent that this man doesn’t think much of himself; he writes of a muddy past and a mistake which he can never hope to atone for. Perhaps he believes himself to be worthless.
But I would like to assure this man that he would be very wrong.
I realise that I know nothing of this man, and I have no right to try to change his mind - which is why I will not write these thoughts in his inbox. But this post is a small word of thanks; thank you for the snippits of beauty that you post, that remind me everyday how lucky I am to live in such a magical place. Thank you for the small glimpses of your life that you share; yours is one of the few blogs I follow that is all your own material, and I value that very highly.
I know you may never read this, but I wanted to say it anyway.
Never assume what you are worth.
Reflections;
When someone posts something really thoughtful and profound just after your over the top rant about tumblr spam.
And then you realise the next thing you were thinking of posting was about how whenever someone uses the word “everyday”, you have the irresistible need to fit their sentence into the LMFAO tune. Even if there are too many syllables.
I think I can safely cross “philosopher” off my list of potential careers…
A Million Devs.
Log into tumblr; (1) New Message.
Thought process:
Omg, maybe it’s an anon declaring their undying love for me, or sending me hardcore hate about that ridiculous zombie pic, or maybe it’s a follower dropping by just to say hey, or a reply to one of those awkward non-anon asks I seem to send on a regular basis, or someone cool telling me how much they like my blog, or maybe it’s someone new asking me a question about an irrelevant detail of my life, or or OR
“i made $150 today on tumblrtasks(.)com check it out but dont tell anyone about it”
…
FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
An Analysis of Things Done Late At Night:
Other People:
- Reading/essay writing
- Watching a movie/television
- Procrastinating from said essay writing with said movie watching
- Listening to some tunes
- Snuggling with someone/something cute
- Secret adult stuff ahem ahem
- Perhaps a bit of a late-night snacking.
Me:
- Practice at being a zombie.
Cool Life Bro.
