Lj sucks. Adverts suck. That said, refuse to pay money and therefore shall have to DEAL. Understand.
Not the point of this entry.
Point: This lj is friends-only. I am too lazy to find/create/whatever-else-one-could-do a pretty banner so this string of (I feel) vaguely artistic keysmashing will have to do in its place:
al;sdjkf'asdkjf;laskdjf;alsdkfj;aldskf;o uhaew;nfkjcnxlyvvhgao;isjdfkjsdnfaidfgh
("Why are you writing so fast?" Mari asks. "Are you mad?" I am, admittedly, a little mad. All senses of the word.)
Still want to hang around? Drop me a comment, yo.
God I am lame.
Amendment: LJ is finally recognizing my icons and therefore sucks marginally less. But still. Principles.
Not the point of this entry.
Point: This lj is friends-only. I am too lazy to find/create/whatever-else-one-could-do a pretty banner so this string of (I feel) vaguely artistic keysmashing will have to do in its place:
al;sdjkf'asdkjf;laskdjf;alsdkfj;aldskf;o
("Why are you writing so fast?" Mari asks. "Are you mad?" I am, admittedly, a little mad. All senses of the word.)
Still want to hang around? Drop me a comment, yo.
God I am lame.
Amendment: LJ is finally recognizing my icons and therefore sucks marginally less. But still. Principles.
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