How did I… get here?
As in, how did I end up, here, the darling of the Disney set?
Twenty years ago I was spinning Anal Cunt albums and discussing Burzum’s philosophies, such as they were, on weird underground metal boards. I still have a copy of Vargsmal on PDF form on one of my externals I’m sure.
So…. what happened?
How the fuck did I end up here?
At least when Seth Putnam, Infernus or Count Grishnackh poked fun at me (and believe me, they did) it seemed to carry a kind of inherent equality to it owing to our similar demographic circumstances. Nowadays there’s always a slight and unavoidable edge to it owing to the difference in economic status, if not internet, ah, “status”.
But like… that’s neither here nor there, right? I mean, how did I get… HERE?
I mean it’s kinda mindblowing innit?
I mean it’s not bad, it’s not, but… it’s kinda bewildering, I guess.
I mean… IDK TBH.
*Scratches head*
I did notice that I’m one of the few people allowed to DM Disney stars irrespective of their age, interestingly enough. I believe that that is because I consciously decided to make my Instagram “clean” and positive to a fault. I like the Ying/Yang effect of having a TomTheVampire Twitter that links back here and a TomJacobsen80 Instagram that, I guess, will link to a Threads that will undoubtably be irreverent and positive (if not nurturing).
I plan to continue to use my Insta (if I can keep it, looking at you, Meta AI!) to broaden and nurture my relationships with my younger GFs like Julia and Kenzi, etc., who are apparently all about the idea. They didn’t take much convincing, honestly. Once they saw who I was, wow…..
Freya Skye practically tripped over herself once I started following her, and, if I’m not mistaken, actually apologized to me for Meta AI removing my comment of a green heart emoji. It’s a long story and a while ago and it’s late, so… yeah.
I think it’s like… IDK, people want to be the next Laura, I think. Or the next Meg. Or something. I don’t want to talk about Laura anymore rn honestly, it’s so much bigger than what I’ve even discussed, she literally dumped her whole million+ Spotify fanbase for me and Christ… yeah. And the problem isn’t with her at all, and that’s the real problem, and the real reason I’m typing all of the stupid nonsense instead of going to fucking bed. I fucked up, not her. Like… for once, it was my mistake, not the girls’ even by my own arguably convoluted rules, and that’s like… UNBEARABLE, lolllllll.
Like, ugh. What happens when you can’t find fault? You run away, that’s what! You run away, and… that’s that.
You know what I’ll do? I’ll join the Jules LeBlanc fandom! I’ll comment on her YTs and stuff and that’s that.
It wasn’t my fault, it was those little quantum particles, those little thingies that are like smaller than like quarks or something? They were out of alignment or something? Yeah that was the problem I swear!
I think I’ll stop typing now lol
Yeah, re-reading this- I’m definitely the kind of writer that begs for an editor lol