The prodigal son returns.
I know I haven't posted in seven weeks. There's a little thing on my user info page that tells me so. It's even italicized, as in outrage. Seven weeks!
Bite me.
First order of business: Kennedy is officially the coolest person, ever, in the history of people. She has paid for my account even though I never use it. Everyone give her hugs, or I crank up the Britney Spears. This is a threat. I'm a poster on the edge!
My personal life has been crazy and wonderful lately, which of course means that you won't hear about it.
Just for fun, I decided to use that interest match dealie and check out some of the pages of the people who (allegedly) share my interests.
Not only was the best match a mere "magic index" number of 39, but the first ten, at least, are all losers. It's depressing, really, how many people actually keep track of each of their minute personal comings and goings on such a large public scale.
Yeah yeah, I know it's a journal, blah blah. I'd still much rather see rants on the in/effectiveness of the elusive entity known as Cash Money than bullshit that absolutely no one, except possibly the poster's own mother, could give half a crap about.
Less with the talk, make with the rant.
Bite me.
First order of business: Kennedy is officially the coolest person, ever, in the history of people. She has paid for my account even though I never use it. Everyone give her hugs, or I crank up the Britney Spears. This is a threat. I'm a poster on the edge!
My personal life has been crazy and wonderful lately, which of course means that you won't hear about it.
Just for fun, I decided to use that interest match dealie and check out some of the pages of the people who (allegedly) share my interests.
Not only was the best match a mere "magic index" number of 39, but the first ten, at least, are all losers. It's depressing, really, how many people actually keep track of each of their minute personal comings and goings on such a large public scale.
Yeah yeah, I know it's a journal, blah blah. I'd still much rather see rants on the in/effectiveness of the elusive entity known as Cash Money than bullshit that absolutely no one, except possibly the poster's own mother, could give half a crap about.
Less with the talk, make with the rant.