Woah there!
Just what exactly do you think you're doing?
I'm Sean's microwave. And seeing as how he never eats, I don't get a whole lot of use. So I took a second job guarding his livejournal. You see, in the past, he had trouble with random people posting shit on his site, so he asked me to stop anyone suspicious (you) from viewing it.
It's not the best life, but I do get out a little more than when I was just a microwave. Plus I get this cool sword. Don't have much to use it on in this pixelated environment, but if you try and get between me and Sean's journal without a valid username, I will smite you with it, and that's a promise.
I really am a pacifist though. I enjoy the little things in life. The delicious smell of Marie Calanders' Salisbury Steak, for example. So do us both a favor and don't make me use this sharp shiny thing in my left hand. Go to the main website at www.livejournal.com and make your own profile. It only takes a second. I even made my own once when Sean wasn't around. My blog isn't nearly as entertaining as his but I'm a freakin' microwave, for crying out loud!
Thanks for keeping me company for a little while though. If you see Sean, tell him to clean me out for the love of Pete! Kerry never puts anything he nukes on a plate and my tray is all crusty. It's so humiliating when I talk to the occasional microwave hottie at a party.