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Cautiously she creeps up to the massive monument of a doorway before her, and gently blows dust off the facade. Under the layers of dust there appears to be some sort of writing.
"Ye... Olde...LiveJournal," our intrepid young female ingenue makes out in the dim candle light.
Hesitantly she pushes on the door, and grudgingly it begins to creak open. Before her lays a massive libary of thoughts and memories festooned in garlands of cobwebs, dust, and time.
"Hello...oh...oh....oh," she yells and is greeted with echoes.
Yeah ok, enough with the melodramatic crap! I am back in LiveJournal land after a hiatus of sorts [and forgetting my password!] and will be attempting to update fairly regularly.
Ciao!
"Ye... Olde...LiveJournal," our intrepid young female ingenue makes out in the dim candle light.
Hesitantly she pushes on the door, and grudgingly it begins to creak open. Before her lays a massive libary of thoughts and memories festooned in garlands of cobwebs, dust, and time.
"Hello...oh...oh....oh," she yells and is greeted with echoes.
Yeah ok, enough with the melodramatic crap! I am back in LiveJournal land after a hiatus of sorts [and forgetting my password!] and will be attempting to update fairly regularly.
Ciao!