The end.
So I'm sitting here at work, minding my own business when a friend comes on AIM. "hey d00d," he says. "S'up mang?" is the tentative reply. "U got LJ?" he asks. "WTF?! talk normally you ditz." I hate my friends at times. And this kind of banter goes on for about 15 minutes or so before I finally break down and agree to make one of these stupid accounts. With all this modern technology and ways of keeping in contact, why must I be forced to put down my thoughts on a web log instead of just sending them to my friends privately? Because I'm a masochist and like the abuse. Thats why. So, today is the end of my steadfastness of never ever ever EVER creating a LJ account, and welcome the never ending torment that I'll get for doing so. So goodbye cruel world, and other outdated cliches. Hello sweet, sweet embrace of, well, the internet I guess. In all its glorius splendor. Where everyone is a critic, and noone accepts responsibility for their own lives. God I love being anonymous. Wait, is my name on here somewhere? Fuck.
~Michael
p.s. holy crap...bouncy is a mood? i thought bouncy was only reserved for cheerleaders and strippers?
~Michael
p.s. holy crap...bouncy is a mood? i thought bouncy was only reserved for cheerleaders and strippers?