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(deltashade, I blame you for this post. ;p )

Maybe it's just my late night brain writing. It's certainly making enough typos.

If you were just reading my journal, minus the -chan username and 'girl rant' posts, what would I sound like?
When it comes down to it, online, the difference between guy and girl is just a letter. Or two, yeah, but the details aren't the point. Or three. ...Where was I?
I enjoy the mixups. I enjoy being androgynous online. Hypersoldier on RvB is a guy, PhoenixTrooper on devArt is a girl, doesn't matter, doesn't mean anything. (I don't actively *say* that on either, mind. That's just from the pronouns etc I get chucked at me. I think I've only ever got one 'she' on RvB and that was off artemischan ;) )

I don't care for being a girl (and not like the bits are actually worth squat in my case), wouldn't care for being a guy either - I'm just a person. But as soon as you step outside the digital world the two X chromosomes show their faces.
I reserve the right to like whatever the hell I like from either gender's half of it all. Don't give a damn about being pretty or fluffy, and it's sure as hell lightish red not pink, but I reserve the right to squee when the opportunity presents itself.
Why does it feel like these have to contradict each other?

...Eh, whatever. I need sleep. Not LJ.

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In the year 2006 I resolve to: Tip a cow. Get your resolution here

Heh.

Also, Dad is apparently into the techno. Who knew?

And I wish it would decide if it wanted to snow out there or not.

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What is love? (Please don't insert 'baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more, head nod, head nod'). Cause I'm damned if I know.
Never been kissed. Never wanted to kiss. Never had a boyfriend (or girlfriend). Never had more than a faint crush, and hell, I might've been fooling myself over those. Convincing myself that 'huh, he's kinda sweet' = crush.
Maybe you know it if you know it, but I don't know... I know what it is to care, to feel affection. But where that passes into love... hell.

There are times I feel - hell, I feel like Lopez, and I know that probably sounds hella cryptic to anyone outside B_G, sorry. I feel like the human race is charging off without me, sometimes, and I'm stuck at the starting line wondering what is what. See people who can care for each other like that. And I wonder what I don't know that they must.
What is it I'm missing? What's the big secret?

Maybe the reason I obsess over cyborgs and robots is 'cause it feels like we have something in common.

Who the hell am I? I don't know. H.B.. Never the same name twice, never the same person. Not because I don't want to be, because I've never been able to decide - never been happy with the name I was given, never able to take on a new one. Though the people I am now are the happiest I've ever been...
What am I doing here? I don't know that either. I just drift by.

...Hell, I'm getting emo. I don't want to get emo.
But sometimes I can't help it...