Friends and Wellwishes
Wow... this is a surprise, I thought my LJ was going to be a party of one.. like those lonely Friday nights at home before I had a gf, with just me and my... anyway I digress.
Okay, so maybe my thoughts on online journals are starting to sway. Which may or may not be a good thing.
My name is Merrill and I like Wine Coolers, Apple Cider, long romatic dates, I cry everytime Lassie saves a little boy, and now I have a live journal. If I didn't already sound like a raging homosexual, I probably do now. Not that there's anything wrong with it mind you.
Erica has informed me that Livejournals are somewhat addictive in nature. I told her that somehow I think that I'm safe from that. My eloquence rarely extends beyond such gems as "Baby I'm hungry" or the opposite "Baby I'm so full". In real life I'm somewhat akin to a chicken with a pea caught in its throat... I can't imagine online would be any different. Its amazing that anywords came out my mouth at all when I had to propose. I wish to thank God for his inspiration for that. And Red Bull... it definately gave me wings... and stopped me from sleeping.
Okay, I'm rambling like an old man, refer back to what I said in my first post about senility.
I thank you all for your kind words :)
Okay, so maybe my thoughts on online journals are starting to sway. Which may or may not be a good thing.
My name is Merrill and I like Wine Coolers, Apple Cider, long romatic dates, I cry everytime Lassie saves a little boy, and now I have a live journal. If I didn't already sound like a raging homosexual, I probably do now. Not that there's anything wrong with it mind you.
Erica has informed me that Livejournals are somewhat addictive in nature. I told her that somehow I think that I'm safe from that. My eloquence rarely extends beyond such gems as "Baby I'm hungry" or the opposite "Baby I'm so full". In real life I'm somewhat akin to a chicken with a pea caught in its throat... I can't imagine online would be any different. Its amazing that anywords came out my mouth at all when I had to propose. I wish to thank God for his inspiration for that. And Red Bull... it definately gave me wings... and stopped me from sleeping.
Okay, I'm rambling like an old man, refer back to what I said in my first post about senility.
I thank you all for your kind words :)