Welcome To The Show
Well, it seemed Cameron and I have migrated to livejournal. You are probably wondering who the hell we are. Well, we are Nick and Cameron respectively, masters of pedestrianism, breaking laws and rules without getting caught, and putting our tales into text form on our online journal. We have been on easyjournal as of now. My girlfriend just secured me a livejournal code however, so I guess we will be making this our new home. Before I get started, allow me to add a little disclaimer. Do not come to our journal, expecting some run-of-the-mill, typical, boring journal. Cameron and I have the utmost standards for online writing. We reserve only the best stories and/or opinions for our online journal. This is just an introductory entry. I will commence with the story telling in upcoming entries.
I suppose I will start off our first entry with a brief description of Cameron and I, and the cool shit we do. I will first give you a brief synopsis of what we hate. The following types of people are the antitheses of what Cameron and I are not. We hate gay people, fakes, people that try to do cool and noteworthy shit, people that try to be funny but are just stupid, people that pull sophomoric antics in a vein attempt to gain attention, people with stupid and non funny inside jokes, people with stupid and non funny jokes in their profiles, and people that try to do the stuff Cameron and I do to a lesser extent. Now on to the cool stuff Cameron and I do. We walk, and we do it better than anyone else in the world. In the world of pedestrianism, we reign supreme. Our pride and joy, the TON, was an example of what Cameron and I are, the epitome of cool. We walked 50 miles in one day. We steal cars, and drive them before we even had our permits. We drink and drive without permits. We are 16 and already own a city, not to mention the countless cities we have dominated and plan on dominating in the not so distant future. We are the kind of kids that go to Pennsylvania to see Jethro Tull. We are the kind of kids who sneak out at 3 in the morning just to get a burger and a pack of cigarettes. We are the kind of kids who walk miles in the snow for a pack of cigarettes. There is a fine line between dedication and addiction, my friends; a fine line. We associate with the lowliest people imaginable. We run with drug dealers, and criminals. We listen to the coolest music. We are the most arrogant kids you will ever meet, but we back up our words. Never will you hear Cameron or I pledge to do something and then not go through with it.
Well, I hope my brief synopsis was good enough for you folks. I am sorry, but this entry is not really up to our standards. It is late, and I am tired. I will add more tomorrow. May the winds blow fair at your back.
-Nick(the less intelligent and less socially active of the two keeping this journal)
I suppose I will start off our first entry with a brief description of Cameron and I, and the cool shit we do. I will first give you a brief synopsis of what we hate. The following types of people are the antitheses of what Cameron and I are not. We hate gay people, fakes, people that try to do cool and noteworthy shit, people that try to be funny but are just stupid, people that pull sophomoric antics in a vein attempt to gain attention, people with stupid and non funny inside jokes, people with stupid and non funny jokes in their profiles, and people that try to do the stuff Cameron and I do to a lesser extent. Now on to the cool stuff Cameron and I do. We walk, and we do it better than anyone else in the world. In the world of pedestrianism, we reign supreme. Our pride and joy, the TON, was an example of what Cameron and I are, the epitome of cool. We walked 50 miles in one day. We steal cars, and drive them before we even had our permits. We drink and drive without permits. We are 16 and already own a city, not to mention the countless cities we have dominated and plan on dominating in the not so distant future. We are the kind of kids that go to Pennsylvania to see Jethro Tull. We are the kind of kids who sneak out at 3 in the morning just to get a burger and a pack of cigarettes. We are the kind of kids who walk miles in the snow for a pack of cigarettes. There is a fine line between dedication and addiction, my friends; a fine line. We associate with the lowliest people imaginable. We run with drug dealers, and criminals. We listen to the coolest music. We are the most arrogant kids you will ever meet, but we back up our words. Never will you hear Cameron or I pledge to do something and then not go through with it.
Well, I hope my brief synopsis was good enough for you folks. I am sorry, but this entry is not really up to our standards. It is late, and I am tired. I will add more tomorrow. May the winds blow fair at your back.
-Nick(the less intelligent and less socially active of the two keeping this journal)