Everyone who knows me, knows I don't say his name. He Sucked from before the time he bought FOX to after he bought MYspace. The Murdoch. I hope I spelled his name wrong. RUPERT, out.
LiveJournal, I'm a-holdin' a flame for ya, baby.
I remember the days when I was journalin and like I had three friends... then years later, I had a whole 12 YAHHH! On FB anyone can collect a few hundred anytime they want. It's an ego-filler addiction-like yearbook, with so many ways to use and bruise. I use it. Modestly, but still...
From the horses mouth: I have been led to the clean pond but all the ponies with the silky manes are over at the crowded pond... I don't want to feel alone. Ok. So. Ten days later... Ok. I went to the crowded pond. It was fun, exiting, all of us were splishin and a splashin in everyone's private details. And then I came back here and there was no one. No one. Overgrown with shrubbery, I found beautiful dragonflies, a wondering zebra or two and once, a beautiful kind of caterpillar that was not squishy but rather pinkish yellow with mink fuzz. And the water was clear. Not all lapped up in a giant saliva dish of a pool. And I wondered what happened to all of those years while I wasn't here...? What did I miss? And it didn't matter because here I am again. They are all still over in the other lands. Migrating from MurdochSpace to CrotchBook. I am not a biped any longer. I HAVE FOUR LEGS! 4! HA! You thought I was going to say, I am a non walking pony. You are wrong. I am a HORSE! And a beautiful one at that. I wonder how many people will ever even return here??? I forgot who I was responding to, but they won't be reading this. Maybe in the future and it's not like it would be offensive. They have left the building, right? I am not a stick in the mud. Ok, I have my hooves in the mud... but its the beautiful mud, the kind they make masks out of. The nice smelling kind with mint... what? You don't know what I'm talking about? Go GET A FACIAL Rob! Or whoever I am talking to. Right now, I am envisioning rob. Because he is cheesy. He is a GB Packer. Cheese Head. Green and Lello. How do I know this? I don't. I'm an aged pony. What? NO, I don't type! What are you, nuts?
The Murdoch. I hope I spelled his name wrong. RUPERT, out.
LiveJournal, I'm a-holdin' a flame for ya, baby.
I remember the days when I was journalin and like I had three friends... then years later, I had a whole 12 YAHHH! On FB anyone can collect a few hundred anytime they want. It's an ego-filler addiction-like yearbook, with so many ways to use and bruise. I use it. Modestly, but still...
From the horses mouth: I have been led to the clean pond but all the ponies with the silky manes are over at the crowded pond... I don't want to feel alone. Ok.
So. Ten days later...
Ok. I went to the crowded pond. It was fun, exiting, all of us were splishin and a splashin in everyone's private details. And then I came back here and there was no one. No one. Overgrown with shrubbery, I found beautiful dragonflies, a wondering zebra or two and once, a beautiful kind of caterpillar that was not squishy but rather pinkish yellow with mink fuzz. And the water was clear. Not all lapped up in a giant saliva dish of a pool. And I wondered what happened to all of those years while I wasn't here...? What did I miss? And it didn't matter because here I am again.
They are all still over in the other lands. Migrating from MurdochSpace to CrotchBook.
I am not a biped any longer.
I HAVE FOUR LEGS! 4! HA! You thought I was going to say, I am a non walking pony. You are wrong. I am a HORSE!
And a beautiful one at that.
I wonder how many people will ever even return here???
I forgot who I was responding to, but they won't be reading this. Maybe in the future and it's not like it would be offensive. They have left the building, right? I am not a stick in the mud. Ok, I have my hooves in the mud... but its the beautiful mud, the kind they make masks out of. The nice smelling kind with mint... what? You don't know what I'm talking about? Go GET A FACIAL Rob! Or whoever I am talking to. Right now, I am envisioning rob. Because he is cheesy. He is a GB Packer. Cheese Head. Green and Lello. How do I know this? I don't. I'm an aged pony.
What?
NO, I don't type! What are you, nuts?
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