"I tried to tell her about God and angels, Marx and Engels... I don't even know what for..." --Ribbons, Sisters of Mercy

This is the first time ever that someone has bugged me to update this journal. It feels kind of odd - a little flattering, with a healthy dose of "Well go fuck yourself." This thing is here primarily so I can get stuff down, and only secondarily for other people. A very very close second, since I like having an audience. And who am I to deny my fans?

Sasha visited this weekend. Seeing her was all wonderful and whatnot. Even when there's drama, I wouldn't trade it for anything. That's what the whole bestest friends thing is about. We slept a lot, and went to Steak & Eggs, and watched three hours of Cribs, and slept, and watched So I Married An Axe Murderer and Buckaroo Banzai, and slept more. Some drama did occur this weekend, but that drama and the fallout are for the people involved to discuss if they so wish. Take pictures - this is the closest I'll ever get to voluntary censorship in my journal entries.

One of my friends mentioned me in her journal, saying that she liked my journal entries. Lots of people seemed to like that last one for some reason O:) Either way, it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. So do that a lot - write me, mention me, IM me, sign the guestbook when you can. That goes especially for those of you who don't talk to me all the time anyway. I live for contact with random internet people.

Speaking of random internet people... I've been doing even more thinking about them lately. You should know by now that there are a few people that I only know on the internet who I consider to be just as important as my regular friends. I care about them far too much. What I just started wondering is... how am I supposed to act around them if I meet them? This question is a little easier regarding the people I met through RMF or SparkMatch - after all, I've only talked to them.

But what about those I know from New Bremen? Some of them I've known for almost two years now. And as much as you say, "But it's just roleplaying," we've still been through a lot. The two best examples at the moment are Rei and Holl. Rei is simpler, I think. The characters she knew were all distinctly parts of me - hell, one of them was me. We've also written each other far too much, and talked on the phone a few times. I think I know where I stand with her. What about Holl, though? I've known her longer than anyone else I still keep in touch with on NB. We've been through a hell of a lot together in two years. At this point, *Snuggling* with her is almost as comforting as snuggling with a real person. But I don't know how far that extends into real life. I'd like to think that if we ever hung out she'd be ok with curling up close and talking. But I can only hope.

I had an odd idea while talking to Leanora about piercings. What if we were all like cartoons? All alterations - piercings, hairstyling, tattoos, plastic surgery, and whatnot - would be done by artists. I would personally want to be drawn by Becky. She rocks hardcore. Did I explain that system? New cool stuff rocks hardcore. Old cool stuff kicks it old school. Anyways, Becky rocks hardcore. I'd comission her to draw me, and I'd want my girl to be done by her as well - check the third and last ones in the [original] section. Rrrrow.

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