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So once in a while the great course of human events dictates that one must update their journal, one simply must.
So.
Yeah.
Well, um.
Anyway, that's how exciting and creative it's been around here. But the real truth of the matter is, that I love my stupid sixties Dylan quiz result and do not want to delete it, much as stupid quizzes are the bane of livejournal and I usually regard them with unrestrained contempt. And what's worse is that I found a haiku generator that came up with such a perfect, lovely, eerily appropriate haiku for me, that I want to post it as well, but I absolutely could not do so back-to-back with my stupid sixties Dylan quiz result. That would make me another brain dead quiz-loaded unimaginative livejournal poster of nothingness. And I'm not like that. Really I'm not. Am I? Well, maybe I am. So herewith I give you my brain dead, mindless, unimaginative, automatically generated, yet eerily appropriate, beautiful machine-made haiku. Sorry.
So.
Yeah.
Well, um.
Anyway, that's how exciting and creative it's been around here. But the real truth of the matter is, that I love my stupid sixties Dylan quiz result and do not want to delete it, much as stupid quizzes are the bane of livejournal and I usually regard them with unrestrained contempt. And what's worse is that I found a haiku generator that came up with such a perfect, lovely, eerily appropriate haiku for me, that I want to post it as well, but I absolutely could not do so back-to-back with my stupid sixties Dylan quiz result. That would make me another brain dead quiz-loaded unimaginative livejournal poster of nothingness. And I'm not like that. Really I'm not. Am I? Well, maybe I am. So herewith I give you my brain dead, mindless, unimaginative, automatically generated, yet eerily appropriate, beautiful machine-made haiku. Sorry.