Talk:Lydia Prower/@comment-25814509-20140322224309/@comment-25814509-20140323005716


 * clears throat* Can you, at least--I mean no exaggeration at all--reveal a few factoids about yourself through private messaging in chat about who you are in real life? At least that? Can that be the one and only way to at least find out who you truly are? And no, I promise, I won't tell a soul about your personal information aside from the true name and your visage. It's just--I don't want to travel to the outer lands equipped with a U.S. Passport and discover you were an elderly male because that could happen when it comes to online dating. And I at least have the guts to reveal my own self. And I'm not perfect. I just--I can't handle much of the suspense. I can't. It's like watching, paint, dry. I'm-I'm not mad at you. I'm just utterly distraught by the fact that I'm the only one to unmask myself to the whole barren cybernetic wasteland that each and every one of us is noted to call the internet (or interwebs). And there are more things I haven't exactly thought of that would be considerable to see: black females with naturally blonde hair, people that may have pitch black eyes but just have black corneal tattoos and black contacts, a crossover of Yahtzee from Zero Punctuation and Ashens, true life beyond the stars, all that excitement. And then, *sounds like Alan Rickman* it all just makes me wonder of it, and then it *sounds like Gollum/Smeagol* drives me up the Great Wall of fucking China and back again for a second round of Polo and cricket and then some. I mean, Jesus Christ on a motorized unicycle bliindfolded on a tightrope over lava juggling a baker's dozen chainsaws...with sharks!!!!