God Damn These Electric Sex Pants

I just wanted to ponder my own uselessness. Seriously, it's depressing. I think I need to make a move to less awesome fandoms, lower the standards a bit. Every time I go to make an icon or write something... wham. Someone has just posted something mind-bendingly brilliant and all will to continue fades to nothing.

How can I compete with revolution through comedy in Orwellian dystopias or Adrian Veidt with a purple kitten on his head? Really? Did I ever have a chance? I am so not an internet person. And I think photoshop hates me.

But the fact is, you guys have me hitched. I'm addicted. Couldn't leave if I wanted to. It's stupid... I've had this journal for like two months, but in terms of use I may as well have had it for a week. See that little mouse? The one hiding in the corner watching everything go by with big wide eyes? Wave to it, cos its me.

Meh. Maybe I'll get braver with time. After all, thanks to theblackmeat , I'm now creeping out of my mouse hole to friend some people.  :)