formspring stuffs.

[side note: someone pretty well submitted a novel to me on my formspring. whoever did, thanks, but i’m not posting that on here. so if you’re that offended that i didn’t post it and make everyone scroll for about five minutes, sorry. and the other person that’s not posted here… well i’ve already answered your reply.]

I think you are SO BEAUTIFUL. and I wish you followed me on tumblr.

well hey - thanks! url?

You’re way cooler than you know and I have a serious tumblr-crush on you. It’s not like I see anything happening, but it’s there and it’s fun.

i’d like to think i’m about 30% cool and the rest is internet fluff. but if you’re convinced that i’m cool, i will not argue with you. i appreciate your crush, esp because i have no idea who you are. thanks for liking a weird girl on the internet. i’m serious about that, there’s no sarcasm in that sentence.

lamebot lamebot in the air,
i really love your kickass hair.
your quirky specs
are supah cool.
xoxo,
rustycornbeef

RCB, you’re fucking adorable.

You’re so damn cute! Wish I knew you in person.

it’s never a bad time to travel! come say hi!

The internet is a funny place. Until you meet a lot of different people in person that you’ve met online it is very difficult to meld the two worlds. I haven’t met nearly enough people from the internet yet, but the more I do the more I realize I have no idea what to expect from them. Not in a bad way, just that on the internet people show what’s important to themselves, not necessarily to others. Long story short I’d like to meet you and get to know you for real. Maybe someday I will.

i’m always down to meet new people. you’re free to say hello via email or whatevs if you don’t know what to expect. :)

(my formspring.)

I’ve been doing some summer reading.

Basically, I can’t get enough of these stories because they make me wonder how many people I know that are actually getting paid for sex.

There are times when I seriously wonder how some of my friends can afford the things they do, and in my mind I sometimes resort to the thought of them being an escort.