And then...
I decide to wait out on the bus stop bench for the live journal bandwagon that went passed about six years ago. All the same, I'm excited. And each of you on this drama inducing digital wailing wall knows how excited you became after some friend of a friend got around to getting you your very own free account. Well, I'm that kind of excited. And don't judge me because I'm a little late in being so. I mean, nobody mocks old people for going to college. (Is it just me, or would that be funny?)
Listen:
I've had an extremely messed up month and the clouds in my head are just starting to clear up with the partial realization/exposure of the fact that I am too damned secretive. I'm feeling pretty good about stuff right now, so how about I keep my combined audience of 2 riveted with the actual details of how things are actually going. Good? good.
I think this might also be fun to update my combined fanbase of 7 on the Amos goings ons.
It's late.
Listen:
I've had an extremely messed up month and the clouds in my head are just starting to clear up with the partial realization/exposure of the fact that I am too damned secretive. I'm feeling pretty good about stuff right now, so how about I keep my combined audience of 2 riveted with the actual details of how things are actually going. Good? good.
I think this might also be fun to update my combined fanbase of 7 on the Amos goings ons.
It's late.