There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
Every bloody time I tell him something new, or he learns something that he didn’t know before, he runs around spreading his newfound knowledge as if he knew it all along, and everyone thinks he’s so smart when he’s really just feeding of other’s intelligence.
There’s M. He’s fun, really. We play around, flirting somewhat. We play Half Life and other games together, and he, like many of the guys in the channel, adores me for being a female gamer. But the extent of his interest, it seems is the fact that I’m female, and therefore screwable. I know that’s…
In a different world, the “real” world . . . it’d only real because it’s tangible . . . the net life is just as emotionally real . . . In the “real” world, there’s people I like, and people I can’t stand, and things I can’t change. I’ve got less power in the ‘real’…