Esper

It kinda worked, Thanks :D

What are you guilty about, I thought you said there was no intricate trap designed to kill me, unless it's something unrelated.

No, I only feel rage or guilt. v_v

to tell the truth, aside from the really notable personalities (many of them moderators) it is often hard for me to distinguish between lots of people, even if they post a lot. Especially when people like to change names and themes every couple seconds. :P

I've only been around the states, really. I think most everywhere is nice. I don't know if that means I'm one for travel - I don't love airplanes or the stress of packing and scheduling or the whole tourist thing - so much that it means I just like... being... places. I think maybe I could be happy anywhere, but again I haven't had the opportunity yet to test that theory.

Haha yes I totally get you. I don't really know too many of the people who are considered "popular" or well-recognized here - but it seems to me lots the activity is centered in places that I rarely frequent, like the graphics, hacks, trivia games and competitive battling sections, so that might explain that. I agree about the Pokemon aspect of it - I mean I still like to play the games and stuff, but not seriously enough to do much thinking about strategy, or have... very much at all to say about them, really.

Well my parents are kind of from the east (they both went to college there, at least) and I still have some family there, so that's why I've taken a couple trips. The difference between east coast and west coast people is still an interesting mystery to me! I've asked my mom about it before, but she's remained pretty vague, and searching for people's opinions on the internet I've found they're wildly varied, generally depending on where they grew up/are currently living. I have the feeling that there probably are differences, but they differ so much between individuals as to be nearly unmeasurable.

Okay, if you ever need attention then, send me a VM or something idk.
Why would you feel guilty about telling people what to do... your telling me to be happy, not to do bad things. So, feel no guilt.
I can't be happy though, so, FML. Thanks for the thought though.

Okay, maybe I took this the wrong way. I like being told what to do though... :'c
I'm not the same, because I admit that I love attention and don't make it a secret.

Oh right, and you don't like my kind of attention. Unless you're willing to tell me your terms so I can change my attention giving methods.

Are you implying you don't like the attention?

I think I should flail my arms and say "what do you want from me" but I won't.
Gona listen to NIN now instead.

I couldn't be bothered to check my friends list for correct spelling, okay.

Yeah, I managed to establish earlier that I'm stuck in an endless circle of rage and guilt.

I'm so thoguhttuful
I've had those thoughts, I get real desperate in front of snack machines. I had one reject my five dollar bill a few days ago, I was like, I hate you, and die. Machines don't know who they're messing with.

I'll be buying plenty of snacks, believe me >;3 this is turning more into my own little party than bracing myself for the apocalypse superbowl

Okay, glad to see my ridiculousness hasn't put you off.

Hence the NIN on my last.fm.

Now you take me srsly? =w=

I can be open to the world, openly hateful.

I'll try not to stare =3=
Drawing attention to yourself in efforts to not draw attention to yourself ;-; reminds me of my cracking knees when I'm trying to quietly roam through the kitchen.
I hate those kinds of days, I hate when the air conditioner breaks in the summertime, it's texas, and it's disgusting.

Good idea, I'll buy a bunch of pillows and blankets to drown out the sound

It's actually an all female post-rock/shoegaze band.

Why don't you always want to drown things out?

I just remembered that Sunday is Superbowl.


this is my face right now o,_____e (comma = tear)

eee deformed eye o3o

They're addicting :< and I hate when I spot a Pokemon, I always consider approaching an employee and paying them twice the cost of the game (what, 50 cents) to open the machine and hand me the stuffed animal. ;-;

any zanies at work?

I-I'm sorry, everyone already knows. >: Have you ever listened to Mass of the Fermenting Dregs? They're the only J-Rock band I've ever really liked.

No, because they aren't br00tal. >:

You're doubting me? Off to an eternity of torture and anguish with you.

(-+ ' ')-+ this reminds me of those crappy games where you try to get a stuffed animal but the claw purposely drops it before it reaches the hole =3=