Hey, you know what' better than doing work? Trying to figure out what the hell your LiveJournal password from five years ago was. And apparently succeeding.

I'm not really angry, I just like how the stupid mouse/rat thing looks.

So, Cristy decided that I need to have a LiveJournal account, that I may be given permission by the site to view her locked entries. Whatever.

I figure as long as I've got a journal, I may as well do the whole personal web site thing, which I'm told entails posting pictures ( Read more... )

whtaever.