What the shit?!
Ok so apparently now I am user #3525338... man saying that number out loud makes me feel like a total idiot.
So erm, I'm Mick Kensou and this is my stupid little journalmobo, you'll have to forgive me I sort of registered to this place on total impulsiveness. More or less what happened was I said, "I was one time thinking about having a livejournal... but I'm not really willing to put any money down right now."
That's when a beaver fell through my ceiling and said, "d000000d! You don't have to pay right now if you want."
After yelling at the beaver for putting a hole in my ceiling and letting all the rabid chipmunks in that were living in my attic I registered here. What do I expect out of it... to tell you the honest to god truth (if your in to that sort of thing) I don't really know. And to be honest, I truly do not have what might be called "commitment" to updating things like journals, diaries, or my wardrobe for that matter.
However I hear Live journals (or any type of web log for that matter) are good places for people who want to rant, rave, get on the soapbox, and complain about why momma got Orange Juice and not Sunny Delight. While that does sort of sound like fun I really would like to go the complete opposite and talk more or less about crap that really does not make much sense and will more or less leave you, the reader, thinking, "Ooook... I am NEVER coming here again."
And um... then I kicked him in the head till he was dead... and then I found twenty dollars.
Have an opinion on what you think should go here... please feel free to say so, within reason of course (I am not going to get naked and do the ping pong trick).
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So erm, I'm Mick Kensou and this is my stupid little journalmobo, you'll have to forgive me I sort of registered to this place on total impulsiveness. More or less what happened was I said, "I was one time thinking about having a livejournal... but I'm not really willing to put any money down right now."
That's when a beaver fell through my ceiling and said, "d000000d! You don't have to pay right now if you want."
After yelling at the beaver for putting a hole in my ceiling and letting all the rabid chipmunks in that were living in my attic I registered here. What do I expect out of it... to tell you the honest to god truth (if your in to that sort of thing) I don't really know. And to be honest, I truly do not have what might be called "commitment" to updating things like journals, diaries, or my wardrobe for that matter.
However I hear Live journals (or any type of web log for that matter) are good places for people who want to rant, rave, get on the soapbox, and complain about why momma got Orange Juice and not Sunny Delight. While that does sort of sound like fun I really would like to go the complete opposite and talk more or less about crap that really does not make much sense and will more or less leave you, the reader, thinking, "Ooook... I am NEVER coming here again."
And um... then I kicked him in the head till he was dead... and then I found twenty dollars.
Have an opinion on what you think should go here... please feel free to say so, within reason of course (I am not going to get naked and do the ping pong trick).
070ec9aab73fb7a12ac41fa3647ff44c
http://www.ljmeme.com