"PLEASE ENJOY THIS QUICK AD BEFORE CONTINUING YOUR LIVEJOURNAL EXPERIENCE..." so basically, this website makes money off our intellectual property, then makes us watch ridiculous shit each time we log on (cha-ching). and, if you don't want to see those stupid ads, you can always PAY to have them removed ( Read more... )

so i think i might move on over to Blogger... it integrates with mah damn gmail account and you get to choose which ads are on yr page and where. plus better image hosting! hmmm... we shall see....

# moderately expressed introvert
# distinctively expressed intuitive personality
# slightly expressed thinking personality
# slightly expressed perceiving personality

plenty of good vibes and decent drugs, i'm just on a song quote rampage! excellent conversations and reaffirmation of all the love that exists. we forget it's kinetic, not locked away in deep recesses. now, if only this would just melt so the mud-wrestling can begin! i suppose that's another point: the over-abundance of fish frozen in the water. ( Read more... )

attached by nutrient tubes to the server, give me excommunication, give me exsanguination.. give me a spell checker that doesn't make me second guess myself. i need a medic, it's tragic they've asked for information. and i bled out, gave it to them without hesitation ( Read more... )

for all of you who don't have my password and aren't me...

"
i want to go to the temple. i want to stop wanting. i finally understand why we cry at funerals and births. someone was born today.
"

well it's done. after 6 full years of Netflix, my account is finally closed. i had it down to one dvd at-a-time, and was just burning movies that we used to have on VHS anyway. i never EVER used the instant viewing because it was just all the movies that no one wanted to rent anyway ( Read more... )

escalating tendrils, tower gathering the building insurmountable, and we? the tiny insignificant are scatter detritus fighting winds to catch a breath. dove head-first into the game with no firm grasp of the point system. just hope it ends with laughter...

slipped into a portal. texarkana. thought i was just an observer til i found the high school. something pulled me down the hallways past the people as the hurried to their bus. two lockers full of paintings, prints, and drawings. a note adressed to-- me? math homework in my handwriting. song lyrics i've never written. and... no. there's no way. the ( Read more... )

Fuck you a million for all this ugly annoying pop-up ads. i see enough unnecessary pitches for shit i don't want, need, or care about and I would much rather keep my insane ramblings to myself than post them here and have to deal with all the stupid ads ( Read more... )