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do you know what i am? A LIAR. a wretched, wretched liar.

well. maybe not entirely. i am sort of an accidental liar, which isn't really lying at all, is it (IS IT?). i am just chronically indecisive, i suppose (OR AM I?).

yeah. if that last declaration didn't give you a headache, i applaud you for your stamina. i'm not leaving after all. but i'm manifestly phasing back into livejournal, and that mandates a bit of tidying up. which means: IMPENDING FRIENDS CUT AHOOOOOOY. and there ain't no pussy-footin' around when i cut friends. BITCH, I WILL CUT YOU, AND THAT IS A THREAT. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS.

...oh ho, had you going, didn't i? yeah. there will be no friends cut. i just wanted to sit back and watch the good ol'-fashioned lj-style shitstorm. ah, it's good to be home.

well. i did delete a few accounts from my flist. but um. i didn't remember adding them to begin with? if you're reading this right now and you think i made a grievous mistake, please chime in and deliver me a harangue about what an idiot i am.

yeah, so. in conclusion: i'm a dunderhead. a dunderhead who is keeping this account--but there may yet be a name change in store, so keep yer eyes out fer that plox.

hmm. so as to allow myself to pretend that there is in fact some substance in this post, i am going to tell you about a website i am currently loving the fuck out of. it is called weheartit.com (or "we hear tit," as i'd originally pronounced it, which i infinitely prefer), and it's a place where you pack-rat all your favorite images. like delicious, but specifically for shiny things. or: like flickr, but for those who prefer plagiarism to industry--erm, i mean collecting to creating. here's muh heart. you should get an account there too, and we could "follow" each other like the stalkers we are.

tonight i realized that collins is my favorite rent character. if i were a facebook quiz, i would think this truth spoke volumes about me. but seriously, folks, why is collins never anyone's favorite? this befuddles me. collins is the man. i want to smash the state with him, and then get wicked drunk and laugh about how totally ridiculous we are.

...yeah, rent. i always listen to rent 'round the holidays. who else here does that? ADMIT IT, GODLESS SODOMITES. or at the very least, admit you're a godless sodomite.

anyway. yeah. merry christmas to all you godless sodomites and to all you christian folk who actually celebrate the holiday. enjoy your eggnog. and i hope the monstrous number of times i've said "yeah" in this entry didn't spoil your holiday cheer.
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do you know what i am? A LIAR. a wretched, wretched liar.

well. maybe not entirely. i am sort of an accidental liar, which isn't really lying at all, is it (IS IT?). i am just chronically indecisive, i suppose (OR AM I?).

yeah. if that last declaration didn't give you a headache, i applaud you for your stamina. i'm not leaving after all. but i'm manifestly phasing back into livejournal, and that mandates a bit of tidying up. which means: IMPENDING FRIENDS CUT AHOOOOOOY. and there ain't no pussy-footin' around when i cut friends. BITCH, I WILL CUT YOU, AND THAT IS A THREAT. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS.

...oh ho, had you going, didn't i? yeah. there will be no friends cut. i just wanted to sit back and watch the good ol'-fashioned lj-style shitstorm. ah, it's good to be home.

well. i did delete a few accounts from my flist. but um. i didn't remember adding them to begin with? if you're reading this right now and you think i made a grievous mistake, please chime in and deliver me a harangue about what an idiot i am.

yeah, so. in conclusion: i'm a dunderhead. a dunderhead who is keeping this account--but there may yet be a name change in store, so keep yer eyes out fer that plox.

hmm. so as to allow myself to pretend that there is in fact some substance in this post, i am going to tell you about a website i am currently loving the fuck out of. it is called weheartit.com (or "we hear tit," as i'd originally pronounced it, which i infinitely prefer), and it's a place where you pack-rat all your favorite images. like delicious, but specifically for shiny things. or: like flickr, but for those who prefer plagiarism to industry--erm, i mean collecting to creating. here's muh heart. you should get an account there too, and we could "follow" each other like the stalkers we are.

tonight i realized that collins is my favorite rent character. if i were a facebook quiz, i would think this truth spoke volumes about me. but seriously, folks, why is collins never anyone's favorite? this befuddles me. collins is the man. i want to smash the state with him, and then get wicked drunk and laugh about how totally ridiculous we are.

...yeah, rent. i always listen to rent 'round the holidays. who else here does that? ADMIT IT, GODLESS SODOMITES. or at the very least, admit you're a godless sodomite.

anyway. yeah. merry christmas to all you godless sodomites and to all you christian folk who actually celebrate the holiday. enjoy your eggnog. and i hope the monstrous number of times i've said "yeah" in this entry didn't spoil your holiday cheer.
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um. hi.

i'm not certain i'm going to be keeping this livejournal around much longer. my paid account runs out soon, and then i've either resolved to start anew, or dump the process of semi-public journaling altogether. all right, so i'm lying to you. the word resolve generally implies a concrete decision with no haphazard either strewn about; its preterit tense, resolved, is even sturdier.

i'm in a weird sort of mood tonight.

no. disregard that last paragraph. the thing is, i do miss journaling. i just don't miss the sort of journaling i wound up vomiting up in here. it became too...self-conscious. there was nothing remotely useful or honest about it. i would like it to be a place where i can come and be profoundly frivolous or unrelentingly personal. i would like to keep up with all the cool discussion that goes down 'round these here parts. livejournal isn't something i actually want to cancel out of my life, i don't think. it's a pretty groovy place.

but hey, i've, you know, had this journal since the sixth fucking grade. in its ripe old age, it's become a palimpsest of glittery eleven-year-old flapdoodle and...whatever it is i have in the present tense.

so yeah, in my circuitous-ass way, i am sort of saying goodbye, but i'm not really going away. especially because there are certain people i definitely do want to keep up with, or start fresh with when i make a new account. and when i do make a new account, you guys'll be the first to know. and of course, if you don't care about this journal anymore and you can't even remember friending me in the first place, feel free to permanently de-friend. it'd be nice if you'd say goodbye though.

for now you can reach me at neologist@mail.com (no g; no hot; just mail) or gardeniaxtalk on aim. if you drop me a private message, i'll give you my facebook and/or cell number*.

peace out.

*this offer is exclusive to those with whom i feel comfortable enough, of course.
two_grey_rooms: (careful with your projections.)
um. hi.

i'm not certain i'm going to be keeping this livejournal around much longer. my paid account runs out soon, and then i've either resolved to start anew, or dump the process of semi-public journaling altogether. all right, so i'm lying to you. the word resolve generally implies a concrete decision with no haphazard either strewn about; its preterit tense, resolved, is even sturdier.

i'm in a weird sort of mood tonight.

no. disregard that last paragraph. the thing is, i do miss journaling. i just don't miss the sort of journaling i wound up vomiting up in here. it became too...self-conscious. there was nothing remotely useful or honest about it. i would like it to be a place where i can come and be profoundly frivolous or unrelentingly personal. i would like to keep up with all the cool discussion that goes down 'round these here parts. livejournal isn't something i actually want to cancel out of my life, i don't think. it's a pretty groovy place.

but hey, i've, you know, had this journal since the sixth fucking grade. in its ripe old age, it's become a palimpsest of glittery eleven-year-old flapdoodle and...whatever it is i have in the present tense.

so yeah, in my circuitous-ass way, i am sort of saying goodbye, but i'm not really going away. especially because there are certain people i definitely do want to keep up with, or start fresh with when i make a new account. and when i do make a new account, you guys'll be the first to know. and of course, if you don't care about this journal anymore and you can't even remember friending me in the first place, feel free to permanently de-friend. it'd be nice if you'd say goodbye though.

for now you can reach me at neologist@mail.com (no g; no hot; just mail) or gardeniaxtalk on aim. if you drop me a private message, i'll give you my facebook and/or cell number*.

peace out.

*this offer is exclusive to those with whom i feel comfortable enough, of course.

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