My online presence matters to me, not because I have no life – actually I do and a lot of it is damn good. There’s some stuff though, that I can’t deal with offline and when I say that, I don’t mean because I am frightened, but that some things are simply not under my control at all.
With the exception of the occasional odd troll, (and if you’re still lurking here, fuck off) it’s safe here and mine – I can make it look (sort of) how I want and I can say what I want (mostly) and it’s the nearest thing I have to a comfort zone.
My readers are few, but they matter to me. Yes, that means you. Uh no, not you … but you … definitely.
My offline presence means more to me.
I don’t always mean very much to me.
I wish I still had my PSP.
I wish I’d quit whining.
At least I’ll never be this horrific.