This is strangely familiar.
I am a bad person. No, really. I suck. I'm awful, I'm hideous, I know you hate me.
Also, I'm back. Again.
If I were cool, I would totally be able to provide you with an abundance of fic, witticisms, and other goodies in compensasion for the 3+ months I have been totally ignoring LJ. Instead, you get the random draft text the computer saved for me three months ago, which appeared when I wrote this entry:
Miranda's dog peed on the carpet. And her brother thinks nda's dog peed on the carpet. And her brother thinks I look old.
(I missed you.)
Also, I'm back. Again.
If I were cool, I would totally be able to provide you with an abundance of fic, witticisms, and other goodies in compensasion for the 3+ months I have been totally ignoring LJ. Instead, you get the random draft text the computer saved for me three months ago, which appeared when I wrote this entry:
Miranda's dog peed on the carpet. And her brother thinks nda's dog peed on the carpet. And her brother thinks I look old.
(I missed you.)