#confession
i love the internet. i love searching through people’s facebook/twitters/myspaces. i am that creepy person who knows everything about you via your latest blog. at times its a little sad (lol), but i mostly like to pride myself on my superb ability to pick up on all those little nuances about people that most overlook. im losing my point… anyway. over the years ive become quite the secret admirer of various blog goddesses. you know who they are… theyre drop dead gorgeous, usually involved in some kind of artistic line of work that calls for a lot of networking/partying, witty, and best of all, theyre cunningly raunchy and public about their sex lives. theyre 100% female in the most lethal sense of the word. i once tried my hand at mimicking their quirky behaviors, but really, im much too passive. ive actually come to terms with the fact that my personality actually leans more towards being a guy. like a stoner guy. i’ve got my moments of course, but for the most part im very secretive about my more outlandish eccentricities, and while i like to throw around the pervish jokes every now and then, im also pretty private about my own sex life. i love sex, and ive always wanted to exude the kind of dripping sexuality that these chicks do, but in truth i have my own fears of intimacy. and they go very deep. and its def one of the reasons why im still single. i flirt a lot, but im usually not very willing to take it any further than that. i suppose the term ppl like to apply to me is a tease. and yeh. i got some haters, both male and female, who dont appreciate my nature. but @ least i’m not a drunken whore. and at this point i guess i dont really give a fuck. im just very hands-off. maybe i just need someone to turn me out right…
