As lame as we wanna be

I was a shy sixteen year old, ten years ago.

I grew up near a BH mall, the Beverly Center. Well one night my friend and I got some ice-cream and started up the malls escalator. I hear a voice singing and we look down the long escalator (completely empty except for three guys coming up, and a blonde curly haired singing dude is scaling the steps coming closer to us. He is behind me and says "Is that ice-cream good?" and I'm shy and just kind of look at him. He looked vaguely familiar, at the time I was very hip to anything that was on MTV for a few seconds or more. I didn't know know how to react to a guy paying attention to me, was kinda laughing at him under my breath with my friend. We get to the top of the steps the blonde guy smiles at me and asks "Hey do you know where the movie theatre is?" , and I give them directions. They thank us and walk off.

Turns out that blonde curly haired dude was Justin Timberlake, and the other two guys were his bodyguard and some dude from N'sync.

How do I get banned around here?

Every so often I mentally catalogue my secrets hoping I'll remember something good enough to be posted in brutal_honesty but its either too lame... or guaranteed to get me flamed...

PS: I never realized before that it would probably be easy to tie all of my assorted journals to me... because I over ellipse. ... ... ...

d'oh.

not that I make a secret about having other journals

I talk to myself, who else can i trust?

Just had thoughts of making a new LJ to try to get back into the community brutal honesty which I am banned from.  But after just reading a few posts I decided the group still sucks and I'd probably end up in a flame war and get banned again which would be lame.

Is this group still active?

Sometimes, when I'm by myself, if I call several people and none of them pick up the phone and if there's no one to chat with on Messenger, I feel as if I'm the only person left on Earth and that someone forgot to tell me.

I tell people I'm allergic to lettuce sometimes but I really don't eat it because I think it tastes like dirt. At least if people think I break out in hives they don't laugh at me.

Last night I dreampt there was a blue mini-stapler on my desk.
That was all. No motion, no plot; just me staring at this wierd little stapler, wondering how it got there because my stapler is red, and not blue.

In all honesty, I really would rather talk to a wall than to most people. The wall is a better conversationalist, and it won't follow you around if you decide to walk away, saying "But WHY, WHY are you MAD at me?!"