97 Weeks
I last updated this mo-fo 97 weeks ago. Ho-lee-shit. That is almost 2 entire years ago. And people in this situation would have some sort of excuse; I think if I told you I couldn't write in my journal because the Nazi's were bombing again you probably wouldn't believe me for one of two reasons. 1) The Nazi's are dead* 2)I totally stole that excuse from Anne Frank. There is really no way to properly retell all the tales of yonder years, mainly because I'm quite the forgetful type, but also for the tales are numerous and of such grandeur that not even the largest of digital novels exceeding 20 terabytes could contain such stories. In the simplest of ways I've done things, things have changed, the changes in me are from the things I've done. I need a new icon if I'm to return to LJ. I vote Jacky. I'm in favor and with no opposition the request has passed. This is all for now. Details of the past may come, roads to the future may emerge, but it may not be for another 97 months... we'll see...