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A journal is a journal is a journal. It sort of explains itself in the definition of the word, doesn't it? It's something for me to scribble in, probably neglect in the vast majority, and ramble at when the mood takes me to.

Oh, right. I'm supposed to be talking about myself. Fuck you people.

I'm a reclusive, misanthropic pansexual bitch (Amusing. I get a spelling error for 'pansexual' and yet LJ recognizes 'misanthropic' with no fuss.) who doesn't care anything about you. At all. Could stand and watch you writhing in the dirt on fire, and wouldn't bother to piss on you to put you out. I'm waiting for humanity to crumble, and will probably sit back and laugh at each and every major disaster as I have for a long while now, right up until the point something snuffs my insignificant flicker of a candle out like all the rest of you fuckers. I'm not a little emo kid with no idea as to what 'depression' actually feels like, I'm also not depressed. I'm a gleefully vicious psychotic who would love nothing more than to reach into your guts and rip your still warm gal bladder from you only to pop it into your gaping, disbelieving mouth, giggling all the while and making shit jokes while playing in your intestines.

I am a philosopher with a love for the creed, 'life fucking sucks, then you die,' and also, 'respect is earned, not deserved.' I live by the phrases, 'to each their own,' and 'what the fuck does that have to do with the price of tea in china?' I believe nothing you ever do will really make any difference in the world, so why fuckin' bother; Enjoy the few seconds of cognizant existence you're given, and hope you don't live to be old and senile. I like to ask the big philosophical questions. 'Why are we here,' 'where did we come from,' 'does anyone really give a fuck,' 'who just grabbed my ass,' and 'when you wash socks, how does one of the little fuckers always get away?'

I'm really more of a gray area than I seem; Devoid of any slant toward positive or negative by default, I simply am. A 'force of nature,' a 'mercurial soul,' full of shit, fat an' sassy , fucked and loving it, laughing all the way to hell, oblivion or reincarnation, take your pick or insert your own option D here _____. I simply don't care about you; I don't like you, I don't hate you, I don't know you and really don't want to. I couldn't care less if you've been diagnosed with a terminal skin devouring virus, I have no regard for you simply because you exist. Get to know me, come to like me and find I like you, great. We'll ride the hand basket to fucked city together and snicker at the scrabbling struggles of humanity while we kick back and enjoy the trip. Elsewise, get bent, fuck yourself and have a nice day.

Remember to smile and clutch your bible tight when life does you up the ass with the barbwire wrapped twelve incher. It makes it go down more easily if you have practice in shutting your brain off.