My name is Joy and I am actually considering putting something here. I haven’t, in the past, because what do I have to say? My stories are too afraid to go onto the internet willingly, and my life is just … mine. I was a foot model for a foot fetish website for 6 weeks in September. My group of friends has recently absorbed a British girl with a name funnily spelled enough to rival my seamstress bud, and I am selling her hair online for 1 000 dollars. I just spent about an hour ripping the staples out of 4 billion copies of my resume - quite impressive for someone not-quite in collage - to print my friend’s novel on the back, because who the fuck am I kidding? I am considering become a hair mogul with the money I make selling Brit’s hair, but my girlfriend doesn’t think it stable work. I write beat poetry. I can remove a girls bra with my feet. I am not going back to work until my mind altering medication has a chance to really settle into my system.
And I really haven’t got a thing to write about. But I think I would like to write. I think I am going to try.
(If worse comes to worse, I spent the last for years at Canada’s number one Arts High School learning Literary Arts. I can always just post my writing, kicking and screaming all the way.)
There goes my LJ's virginity.