Dear LiveJournal
I wrested my website back from the filthy grasp of its usurper. Which leaves me teetering atop a heart-wrenching precipice, doesn't it?
Do I continue to occasionally indulge in the ease and accessibility of good old el-jay, or do I return to the frozen, isolated tundra of stand-alone blogging?
Do I tempt fate and string myself up between the two, trying to keep one leg in each world without perishing?
Questions to be answered, and answer them I shall.
But not now.
Confused, QLD.
P.S. I'm taking up smoking for the rest of the day. Suck my kiss, bitches (AHAHAHA MOSHI OMFG CHECK THAT SHIT OUT. Fat girls with BO, baby.)
Do I continue to occasionally indulge in the ease and accessibility of good old el-jay, or do I return to the frozen, isolated tundra of stand-alone blogging?
Do I tempt fate and string myself up between the two, trying to keep one leg in each world without perishing?
Questions to be answered, and answer them I shall.
But not now.
Confused, QLD.
P.S. I'm taking up smoking for the rest of the day. Suck my kiss, bitches (AHAHAHA MOSHI OMFG CHECK THAT SHIT OUT. Fat girls with BO, baby.)