SOMEBODY BE MY FRIEND I AM LONELY!
My name is Carli. I don’t really have any endearing nicknames and all wayward attempts to habituate others into calling me something fancier and special like Moonjava, or Steve have been riddled with hardship and tears.
I’m in my mid 20’s and reside in the grassy Highlands of Canada with my trusty steed, K where I toil away under the intense heat of the unforgiving sun everyday and desperately forage the hard earth for unclaimed sugar beets in exchange for a meager pay of expired Kelloggs All-Bran® bars and some loose change of questionable origin.
My DW account doesn't have any rhyme or reason other than to purge my deepest dankest thoughts in long, run on sentences akin to that of a violent episode of diarrhea and whatever else I find that I feel like sharing with any unsuspecting readers I may have acquired in my exploits. Writing nonsense about my daily life and skewed perceptions of reality until I’m literally a dried up husk of a man is super therapeutic and beneficial to my overall psyche.
Back in my livejournal days, I made some wonderful friends that I still keep in touch with today so I am hoping that I can have the same results :O I don't do public friend cuts either because that's just ruuuude. I guess I am looking for the "daily life" type of journals to read. I'm really not into fan based journals or fandoms of any kind. I'm also pretty bad with commenting and kind of pop up only if I have something to say. You don't have to feel compelled to comment on my crap either though! LURK MOAR because I sure do!
Here is a Instagram picture of my ~sensual face if you're one of those who friend people based on their dumb looks

I’m in my mid 20’s and reside in the grassy Highlands of Canada with my trusty steed, K where I toil away under the intense heat of the unforgiving sun everyday and desperately forage the hard earth for unclaimed sugar beets in exchange for a meager pay of expired Kelloggs All-Bran® bars and some loose change of questionable origin.
My DW account doesn't have any rhyme or reason other than to purge my deepest dankest thoughts in long, run on sentences akin to that of a violent episode of diarrhea and whatever else I find that I feel like sharing with any unsuspecting readers I may have acquired in my exploits. Writing nonsense about my daily life and skewed perceptions of reality until I’m literally a dried up husk of a man is super therapeutic and beneficial to my overall psyche.
Back in my livejournal days, I made some wonderful friends that I still keep in touch with today so I am hoping that I can have the same results :O I don't do public friend cuts either because that's just ruuuude. I guess I am looking for the "daily life" type of journals to read. I'm really not into fan based journals or fandoms of any kind. I'm also pretty bad with commenting and kind of pop up only if I have something to say. You don't have to feel compelled to comment on my crap either though! LURK MOAR because I sure do!
Here is a Instagram picture of my ~sensual face if you're one of those who friend people based on their dumb looks


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(yup, I'd say I'm more of a creeper than a lurker...)
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This is old. Are you still active here, looking for friends? Perhaps we could be friends. We share a lack of interest in fandoms, which is promising.
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