Intimate

I realized how intimate or personal my blog is. I tend to write it with some audience in mind, at levels pertaining to my mood and the subject. But for the most part, the audience is that of the people I know personally, who are aware of this blog. Not so much for people that are complete strangers, so I wonder if this blog makes any goddamn sense to them.
A lot of the time I don't try to explain some things and sarcasm is written all over this blog along with a lot of my own retarded humorous or other such tones that are distinctive to me and recognizable by those who know me.

Whenever I marvel over the contrasts of light and shadow in my surroundings I always get Joy Division's "Shadowplay" stuck in my head.

I find it mildly annoying and amusing when I catch guys checking out other girls. It's so stupidly obvious. Even worse, when they think they're smooth about scratching or adjusting their balls. I CAN FUCKING SEE THAT.A trait that I have is that I don't care what your music interests are. In other words, I will never make fun of someone's music interests regardless of what I feel for that music/artist/etc. In turn, I find it really frustrating when people do that to me. Part because I don't do it, and because what the hell does it matter to you. This could turn into another rant about gay marriage and how/why it shouldn't really affect others. But I'll keep this post light.

I kind of miss good smelling shampoo. But not having to use regular shampoo and on a regular basis still far outweighs if I did have to. At least I still have all the shampoo to sniff while at work. Yeah, I'm a sniffer. In fact, I actually did that in one of my dreams this morning. The man I was with who later transformed into my uncle, I was in his arms and I sniffed him. Not really any different from how I am in my waking life.Bah....sex is my weakness.