Comments | elysiumsfinest: "And the paper pope was like 'WTF?', and Mrs. Morrison was like 'what does WTF mean?'"

elysiumsfinest

"And the paper pope was like 'WTF?', and Mrs. Morrison was like 'what does WTF mean?'"

Sep 20, 2005 16:14

Oh, ummmm....Hello everyone. Welcome to my Livejournal. Since I'm a arrogant prick, this Journal will be friends-only. Hey, yours is too, so stuff it.

Drop by and say hello. One might be surprised. But no hackxors allowed. I know your trick now.

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simpsonprincess September 22 2005, 01:46:04 UTC

i'm a friend! woo! right? right?!

elysiumsfinest September 22 2005, 20:09:19 UTC

Yes, Irene, muchly.

Lax0r tag tomorrow! Pretty sweet deal that.

anonymous December 13 2005, 19:19:46 UTC

If you were expecting some striking revelation, you were wrong. In the mean time, curl up with a cat.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

(Kudos if you can figure out who I am and friend me. I would give you more hints, but that would make it too easy, wouldn't it. It's only fair. Not my fault if LJ forgot to record my IP address.)

elysiumsfinest December 16 2005, 23:32:46 UTC

Never mind that.

I know many people who would say something similar to that. Besides, contrary to popular belief, I'm actually quite busy now. So, either come forth from the shadows on AIM (I assume you have an account), tell me something that narrows it down further, or leave me alone. I don't have time or patience for a run-around.