Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don’t ask. There’s too much to say.
Besides, I refuse to post anything emotional on to LiveJournal. There’s already enough people doing that.
In fact, my posts are quite representative of my regular mental/emotional state: shallow.
What this means is that if I actually posted something a bit insightful it would be completely out of character. I just know that I’d cringe at it later, too.
I must admit I’m quite looking forward to becoming a bitter, twisted old man due to my reluctance to express myself to others.
It’s all the fault of the Germans I believe.
(he’s having trouble peeing)
Shut up.
It burns.
Drink some cranberry juice.
You’ve been reading Slash fiction and it’s making you feel emo?
So was it Giles/Spike? No wait, you seem more like a Peter Parker/Harry Osborn guy. Am I right?
Nah, the slash title was a reference to my wrists.
Alright, I’ll share the secret. I’m actually John Brogden.
“Besides, I refuse to post anything emotional on to LiveJournal”.
I wish you would.
“Alright, I’ll share the secret. I’m actually John Brogden.”
Yeah, well now I’m all emo because you didn’t finish the job John.
Never fear, the Daily Telegraph will.
It’s amazing actually that this post has gotten so many replies simply for mentioning something to do with emotion. I guess it goes to show no one gives a shit about day-to-day stuff. Hmm.
“I wish you would”.
The way you say that makes me think you might even care! Awww.
Oh, but I do. Stalkers love details.
I can’t wait. Tune in tommorrow!
Wait, are you homeland security?
It adds a whole new meaning to “he couldn’t cut it”.
True.
So, you’ve heard what he was trying to cut too?
Who told you? No fair.
I tried to tell him they have operations for that now.
the knob blog 
How come?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don’t ask. There’s too much to say.
Besides, I refuse to post anything emotional on to LiveJournal. There’s already enough people doing that.
In fact, my posts are quite representative of my regular mental/emotional state: shallow.
What this means is that if I actually posted something a bit insightful it would be completely out of character. I just know that I’d cringe at it later, too.
I must admit I’m quite looking forward to becoming a bitter, twisted old man due to my reluctance to express myself to others.
It’s all the fault of the Germans I believe.
(he’s having trouble peeing)
Shut up.
It burns.
Drink some cranberry juice.
You’ve been reading Slash fiction and it’s making you feel emo?
So was it Giles/Spike? No wait, you seem more like a Peter Parker/Harry Osborn guy. Am I right?
Nah, the slash title was a reference to my wrists.
Alright, I’ll share the secret. I’m actually John Brogden.
“Besides, I refuse to post anything emotional on to LiveJournal”.
I wish you would.
“Alright, I’ll share the secret. I’m actually John Brogden.”
Yeah, well now I’m all emo because you didn’t finish the job John.
Never fear, the Daily Telegraph will.
It’s amazing actually that this post has gotten so many replies simply for mentioning something to do with emotion. I guess it goes to show no one gives a shit about day-to-day stuff. Hmm.
“I wish you would”.
The way you say that makes me think you might even care! Awww.
Oh, but I do. Stalkers love details.
I can’t wait. Tune in tommorrow!
Wait, are you homeland security?
It adds a whole new meaning to “he couldn’t cut it”.
True.
So, you’ve heard what he was trying to cut too?
Who told you? No fair.
I tried to tell him they have operations for that now.
Black sunglasses – check
Suit and tie – check
Hideous overbite – check
Hidden wire – check
Stun gun – check
Bible – check
George W. Bush fan club poster – check and check.