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Jesus Christ, I'm alive. Everyone quit calling to see if I'm okay.

I'm just kidding, no one called me. But I am alive. Sorry.

I've reluctantly accepted the various ridiculous truisms of human nature, but none have appalled me more than the freedom of speech that so many uninspired, unintelligent, and unintelligible people abuse so liberally ( Read more... )

Bad news, readers. I figured out how to access Live Journal, even completely obliterated ( Read more... )

Don't expect some type of denouement to what I've written thus far, I just figured that, for consistency's sake, this should be the third chapter to my series of introductory entries. You need not read the others to understand this one's plot, but you'll feel smarter if you do ( Read more... )

I will soon be recruiting for a band I'd like to get together. I have 4 tentative members, myself included, but with my experience in keeping a band together, I stress the tentative factor. If anyone can play the guitar or the bass, well (don't lie), and lives in Daytona and isn't tied up with any other obligations that would impede practice time ( Read more... )

I can't figure this computer shit out. It distresses me to see my empty journal when everyone else has a billion friends and they all leave each other comments as if they had two hours a day to devote to this online crap. What a stark contrast ( Read more... )