There is a word that I use quite a lot. The word 'fuck'. Okay, so it isn't the nicest word. It isn't like sunshine or happy or moist... The word does, however, allow me to blow off steam. It allows me to insert a 'critical stop' in to a discussion. It allows me to show my disagreement like blasting my car horn.
It comes in many forms. "Fuck off", "fuck you", "fuck fuck fuckety fuck", "mmmm I so need a fuck", etc. It is a statement. It is evocative. It is rude. It is honest. It is unequivocally direct.
I used to swear very rarely, but following a nervous breakdown I now, for want of a better phrase, don't give a fuck. I am me, take me or leave me. Your opinion is no concern of mine and if you don't like it, you know what you can do.
And remember - I can't manage a fuck without u.
Rumours...no, not the 1977 Fleetwood Mac album...the stories of unproven truth that circulate about you. Rumours are those things that allow you to find out so much about yourself.
One of the most popular rumours about me is that I am an alt of someone else in London City. Why anyone would go to such lengths is beyond me, but paranoid people seem to like to have elaborate fantasies about others. If this is you, I am thrilled that you have fantasises about me.
The second most popular rumour is that I am a spy for London City - and that I have created alts to go out and visit other locations and report back. I am sorry to say this but no one does anything in SL that is worth spending time spying on. My time is spent exploring, hanging out and shopping - I don't give two brass shits what your houses look like.
If your mind is so simple that you think I am either an alt or a spy, you have way too much time on your hands and need to take neuroleptics for whatever psychosis is causing your paranoid delusions.
