Belles, Stars and Boulevards

Thats it, I am making a list of sudden urges I get. Have gotten.
There are too many.

1. Burning people, violently
2. Stabbing people, violently
3. Getting a hot pink shirt
4. Buying a ukelele
5. Strangling people, violently

Dammit I need to put this list somewhere. Somewhere accessible.

6. Snapping my fingers. (fufilled)
7. Know a person called Alison (this alternates with Name my daughter Alison)
8. Shout Kiyooooooooooooooooo!
9. Sing a duet, with somebody, anybody.
10. Hug somebody I don't know
11. Win
12. Let out a whoop, as loud as I can
13. Reblogging stuff.
14. Hugging images on the computer screen
15. Sound exactly like someone else
16. Teleport around

Hi, I'm Ian.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.

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Starstruck
Because Cute, Smart, and Funny don't mean a thing The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on me Living life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on
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