From this point, my (myspace) and LJ will be synkronized.
Because... nobody cares.
In response to Brian:
Fuck that. I'm hiring Ben fucking Gibbard (from Death Cab for Cutie/Postal Service) to write a ballad with cliched and ambiguous lines about this pic, the lyrics displaying an overdone somber/pensive tone, to be played only at a one-man acoustic coffee shop show down in some part of hipster New York that you don't even know about which he can only play if he screams "VISIT [http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=14717702&imageID=281945376&Mytoken=B4188CE8-1180-E18B-B73314F0F006919294016038]!@!!11!!! " boisterously in a deep-oscillating-high-pitched scream emulating the lead singer of six feet under.
You should go to deviantart.com, sell yourself a print, and frame it on your wall, then taking a picture of it, erase your myspace, and start pretending you never took the original picture, so when you become famous and change your identity {so you don't get annoyingly gang-raped by 15-year old death cab girls everywhere and receive indictments for pedophilia}, you can hear what people are really saying about your grandiose when you show them that print of your picture.
Oh yeah.... s'pretty cool. You should sell me a print.
In response to Brian:
Fuck that. I'm hiring Ben fucking Gibbard (from Death Cab for Cutie/Postal Service) to write a ballad with cliched and ambiguous lines about this pic, the lyrics displaying an overdone somber/pensive tone, to be played only at a one-man acoustic coffee shop show down in some part of hipster New York that you don't even know about which he can only play if he screams "VISIT [http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=14717702&imageID=281945376&Mytoken=B4188CE8-1180-E18B-B73314F0F006919294016038]!@!!11!!! " boisterously in a deep-oscillating-high-pitched scream emulating the lead singer of six feet under.
You should go to deviantart.com, sell yourself a print, and frame it on your wall, then taking a picture of it, erase your myspace, and start pretending you never took the original picture, so when you become famous and change your identity {so you don't get annoyingly gang-raped by 15-year old death cab girls everywhere and receive indictments for pedophilia}, you can hear what people are really saying about your grandiose when you show them that print of your picture.
Oh yeah.... s'pretty cool. You should sell me a print.