lizzibee

Adventures in Self-Involved Neuroticism

Rocking Strong Since That Time I Erased My Entire Journal

This journal may contain explicit adult content.

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The Bee's Knees
Interests: (103)
aimless wandering, ambient noise, bad habits, bad jokes, baltimore, being a jukebox whore, being a wino, binge-drinking, black eyeliner, blinding with criticism, breaking all ties, burlesque, chicago, coffee addiction, coffee and cigarettes, confusion, contained insanity, culture comedy, curiousity, deep sleep, delaware, domesticated men, double standards, downplayed drama, easy come, easy go, elephant-eating mice, entomology, falsifying information, filthy blankets, flagstaff, fringe culture retards, frustrations, futurama, getting over it, greasy food, hangovers, hastening patience, hedonism, hiccuping, hiking, hyper-commercialization, ignoring problems, illicit anything, inappropriate humor, indie shows, irony, jive, jungle music, linguistics, logan square, looking-glass, mangled friendships, misanthropy, mispronunciation, mr. teeny, naked trees, narcissim, narcissism, nicotine, nonsensical jargon, not looking back, not taking names, not-so-indie shows, of montreal, periscopes, philly, piano music, pillow fights, poetic misfortunes, renegade sainthood, repose, reprieve, scat, shoes, shoulda woulda coulda, sick at heart, sick at mind, small town violence, social guerillas, song lyrics, strange dreams, sugar addiction, tedium, televised suicide, tooting my own horn, tragic misunderstandings, trail biking, transient morality, unhappy couples, unrequited everything, useless knowledge, using the irish excuse, vanity, venting over coffee, vicious twists, violent femmes, wasting my life away, weird haircuts, white castle, world domination, yearning/learning/earning, yen
Bio
Hi, I'm from Delaware. Yes, Delaware. Please don't mention the joke from Wayne's World. Thanks.

Here is what I am annoyed by, and what you will most likely not find in my journal:

I'm tired of people using their journals to record what time their kid took a dump, what it looked like, and how many times a day they brush their teeth. I'm tired of the boring, obtuse updates every twelve minutes about the state of so-and-so's volatile relationship. No, I don't care to hear about your cat.

I do not want to constantly (though maybe occasionally) vent about my percieved inadequacies.

My journal is not the place to express my need for social acceptance. I will not cling to a chewed-up friendship like it's the last lifeboat leaving the Titanic. I do not need 172 lj "friends" to be the coolest kid on my block.

Likewise, my journal is not a place to pick up chicks. Or guys. Or anyone. If you try to pick me up, I may well tell you to piss off.

My journal is not an exploration of my progress of self-affirmation. Not that I don't love myself; I do. But I choose to express those feelings through masturbation.

I am not keeping this journal to chronicle my progress in recovery of alcohol, heroin, goofballs, meth, oven cleaner, glue, windex, gasoline, paint thinner, prescription drugs, childs tylenol, and any other ungodly substance I may have failed to mention.

You do not need to agree with me all the time to comment. It makes a more interesting debate if you don't.

I'll tell you what you do need: a sense of humor. It might even help if it has a slightly cynical edge to it. If you can meet that single requirement, feel free to friend me. If not... Piss off.



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