Step 1: Fail at Internet. Step 2: Crawl back to LJ since MySpace is a black hole of broken HTML.
Websites:
Useless.
Hard.
Etc.
Fuck them.
Additionally, cocks.
Roll call: who are you, where do I know you from, how have you been, what have you been up to, do you for any reason owe me sex, and the like.
As for me, I'm Jim, which, for all intents and purposes, is my name (at least as far as anyone who matters is concerned). I work for Office Depot. I'm 22 years old. I have trouble understanding and accepting that powerviolence/Rick James/Internets/bubonic plague is dead. And this, I suppose, it what one would refer to as my "blog."
Mom would be so proud.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do, damsels to rescue, pets to spay and neuter, and puppet governments to install.
Useless.
Hard.
Etc.
Fuck them.
Additionally, cocks.
Roll call: who are you, where do I know you from, how have you been, what have you been up to, do you for any reason owe me sex, and the like.
As for me, I'm Jim, which, for all intents and purposes, is my name (at least as far as anyone who matters is concerned). I work for Office Depot. I'm 22 years old. I have trouble understanding and accepting that powerviolence/Rick James/Internets/bubonic plague is dead. And this, I suppose, it what one would refer to as my "blog."
Mom would be so proud.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do, damsels to rescue, pets to spay and neuter, and puppet governments to install.