I'm thinking of changing my name to "Hoof Arted."
My last entry generated some TWENTY-FIVE comments, more than half of which were not my own. I feel I owe it to the people (and by people I mean the five people who comment on my livejournal 100 times) to update. I have no idea what I am going to say, since I haven't done anything remotely interesting in... ever, but I am sure it will be genius anyway.
Ok, enough bullshit. Rather than go in to great detail about how I watched the last half hour of the movie "JFK" and worked for three hours today, I am going to bring back the "Livejournal Round Robbin." I expect all who read this to contribute, and given how amazing all of the people who comment on my "lj" are, I have high expectations. I am terrible at coming up with an orignal idea for these things (or anything for that matter) so I have decided to just type everything that pops into my head without holding back. Bear with me on this. I expect everyone to comment. That's right, this means YOU.
"The CIA Took My Baby Away."
The whole mess started on that unseasonably cold October night. Other than the peculiar weather, Susie sensed nothing out of place. It was 7:00, and she had just finished her shift at "Two Scoops of Fun!", the all-year ice cream palor that was her place of employment. As she took her usual shortcut through Central Park to her apartment, she turned up the collar of her thin windbreaker in a vain attempt to fight the cold. Walking alone afforded Susie lots of time to think, and she began to wonder how a girl working a menial job at an ice cream palor could afford to live in Manhattan. "Maybe I had a rich uncle that died..." she thought to herself. "I'm sure this story would make a lot more sense if the author didn't suck."
Susie then diverted her attention away from destroying the mood of the story to notice the man sitting quietly on the park bench. This being New York, such a sight would most certainly not be worthy of noting... but Susie found odd his manner of dress and general appearance. There seemed to be something off-putting about his charcoal overcoat and black fedora, and the way he sat -- arms crossed neatly, face entirely expressionless. Chills were sent up Susie's spine as she realized the man was looking at her. The vacant, yet somehow closely focused look in the man's grey eyes was very unsettling...
Ok, enough bullshit. Rather than go in to great detail about how I watched the last half hour of the movie "JFK" and worked for three hours today, I am going to bring back the "Livejournal Round Robbin." I expect all who read this to contribute, and given how amazing all of the people who comment on my "lj" are, I have high expectations. I am terrible at coming up with an orignal idea for these things (or anything for that matter) so I have decided to just type everything that pops into my head without holding back. Bear with me on this. I expect everyone to comment. That's right, this means YOU.
"The CIA Took My Baby Away."
The whole mess started on that unseasonably cold October night. Other than the peculiar weather, Susie sensed nothing out of place. It was 7:00, and she had just finished her shift at "Two Scoops of Fun!", the all-year ice cream palor that was her place of employment. As she took her usual shortcut through Central Park to her apartment, she turned up the collar of her thin windbreaker in a vain attempt to fight the cold. Walking alone afforded Susie lots of time to think, and she began to wonder how a girl working a menial job at an ice cream palor could afford to live in Manhattan. "Maybe I had a rich uncle that died..." she thought to herself. "I'm sure this story would make a lot more sense if the author didn't suck."
Susie then diverted her attention away from destroying the mood of the story to notice the man sitting quietly on the park bench. This being New York, such a sight would most certainly not be worthy of noting... but Susie found odd his manner of dress and general appearance. There seemed to be something off-putting about his charcoal overcoat and black fedora, and the way he sat -- arms crossed neatly, face entirely expressionless. Chills were sent up Susie's spine as she realized the man was looking at her. The vacant, yet somehow closely focused look in the man's grey eyes was very unsettling...