Greetings, salutations, and the lot. Apparently this whole online journal is the latest fad, and we all know how much I love to do what's trendy ( Read more... )

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Ah, finally, the quizzes are gone. I've been afraid to log of and see what miserable state my friends page was in ( Read more... )

Honestly, the only thing surprising about Steve Irwin's death is that his head will still be attached when he's buried, if he hasn't been already.

Really. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

Well, thankfully my father's illness was merely a fever. Of course, he's not that young anymore, so I suppose even a fever could have turned into something more serious. But he's fine now, for those of you who care ( Read more... )

Well, I know you're all going to be just hearbroken to hear this, but I'll be going back to China for a short time. I just found out that my father has fallen ill, and there's no one else to take care of him. So, I get to go play doctor for a while, starting tomorrow evening ( Read more... )

Dear god, if I see one more comment regarding those stupid twins and whichever one of them drowning (my fingers remain crossed) and any sort of running and screaming, I'm marching over there and disemboweling everyone in that Tower in a very unpleasant manner ( Read more... )

I hate this country. If it wasn't so damn filled with people who have no other way to solve their conflicts other than killing whoever has recently pissed them off, I would have no reason to be here ( Read more... )

Well, I am officially twenty years old as of today. Isn't that just incredibly exciting.

I would apologize for making a public entry, Kitten, but seeing as how I have been blocked from your journal for pointing out something you said, I won't. You're not threatening. Stop acting like a spoiled child and get over it. Be grateful if all you ever lose is a dog ( Read more... )