O RLY?!??
Yes really. Really, really. Deadly really.
What's really?
I finally have created a livejournal thingo. And may I just ask; How the bloody hell do you use this?
It's okay, I'll figure it out. It can't be much harder than myspace, can it? You know, myspace, the ultimate test of the ego. I'm sure it rings bells. And I'm sure there's a guilty feeling hinged onto the word as well. Like; 'myspace' - Oh shit, man. There's photos of me and my dig. cam in front of the mirror in my bathroom still floating about on the internet. What a poser.
But that's okay. Atleast you're ashamed [and you should be]. There are others out there somewhere [my 'best friends'] who seem to thrive on the attention they get by wearing black mascara and solem faces in photos. Then again, they had to beg for the attention through numerous [annoying, fucking, desperate] bulletin posts. Please tell me they don't have those things here.
Moving on...
The main reasons this journal has been born are for me to;
a) rant
b) express
c) share
d) explore
And I think that sums everything up rather nicely.
And I did have some background on myself written up, but as probably expressed before, I cannot use this site [yet], and I managed to loose everything I typed.
..
_
[please note the above is my facial expression right now]
Obviously, I can't be fucked to retype my life story. So I'll just say I'm lazy, cynical, sadistic, imaginative, and a drama queen all mushed into one incredably great human being, and I'll leave it up to you to reach a conclusion.
okay, ima go eat muffin now
- Kay
What's really?
I finally have created a livejournal thingo. And may I just ask; How the bloody hell do you use this?
It's okay, I'll figure it out. It can't be much harder than myspace, can it? You know, myspace, the ultimate test of the ego. I'm sure it rings bells. And I'm sure there's a guilty feeling hinged onto the word as well. Like; 'myspace' - Oh shit, man. There's photos of me and my dig. cam in front of the mirror in my bathroom still floating about on the internet. What a poser.
But that's okay. Atleast you're ashamed [and you should be]. There are others out there somewhere [my 'best friends'] who seem to thrive on the attention they get by wearing black mascara and solem faces in photos. Then again, they had to beg for the attention through numerous [annoying, fucking, desperate] bulletin posts. Please tell me they don't have those things here.
Moving on...
The main reasons this journal has been born are for me to;
a) rant
b) express
c) share
d) explore
And I think that sums everything up rather nicely.
And I did have some background on myself written up, but as probably expressed before, I cannot use this site [yet], and I managed to loose everything I typed.
..
_
[please note the above is my facial expression right now]
Obviously, I can't be fucked to retype my life story. So I'll just say I'm lazy, cynical, sadistic, imaginative, and a drama queen all mushed into one incredably great human being, and I'll leave it up to you to reach a conclusion.
okay, ima go eat muffin now
- Kay