Perhaps I'm not in a position to "welcome" anyone, but... lol. Fuck AOL/TW/GD. Right in their tight, pathetic asses.

Indeed, welcome.

I hope you brought a chair.

Sup.

I'll stand, thanks, sweetie.

Sup.

Where is my fucking picture of you in a dress?!

Now if Limit 9, dugvayne, Dredd, Tak, Knobs, Dredd, Bolt and BC get here we'll have a party.

Nothin', Mr. Dan. You?



January 25th. I've had some physical setbacks in my workout regimen that were fairly... crippling. Symptoms of tinnitus, to be exact. I think the supplements I was taking dried me out, and I already have a pre-existing condition that's prone to inner ear infections, which REALLY fucks up my balance. It literally makes me nauseous for about two weeks, as fluid builds up in my inner ear, then evaporates, fucking over my equilibrium. It pretty much put a halt to my cutting regimen, as it were, so I have a little catching up to do.

Either way, I promise, Jan. 25th I'll have some dress pics up. Probably some others that you males won't want to see.

Don't leave the rest of us out, sweet stuff.

Did you finally get off your power trip?







Just joking, welcome.

Dredd so awesome you have to mention him twice?

Well he is a pretty big man. You kinda need to emphasize it.

Sweeeeet

Exactly.

And not much Brian. Just need a job. As usual.

No. And yes.

I took a month off of posting... ANYWHERE. It was a very nice reality check. It was nice introspection as to how I wanted to deal with GD/AOL: Meaning, I didn't give a shit. A nonsense, go-nowhere online admin gig.

A rep on internet forums. LOL. I'm a smartass, but I've grown to hate the "omg wrldmakr pwn u" shit more than anyone else on the internet. I don't even understand those arguments anymore. The internet is made for beating your brain off. That's it. There's nothing loftier or more worthwhile.

So, yeah, in that sense, I've gotten over myself. In the sense that I'm still very confident and I feel as though I'm intelligent and someone worth listening to? Yeah, I'll still cling to that. However, on the internet, there really isn't a whole lot of anything to apply that to. Tee. Hee.

I should get an avatar/sig.

Yep.

Hello Brian...

I was wondering when you were going to join.

Hey.

Hello, darling.

And by the by... I've come to find out that a handful of you are on LL under names I was unaware of. If we happened to have been at odds in a conversation or two over the past few months, I want you to know that I am truly, unequivocally and unabashedly sorr...

lol. Fuck you.

Yeah, fuck you too...

Wow, that felt good.

I can't get on LueLinks...I know I used to have an account there.

Fuckin' fucks and shits. Piss. Cock.

or - I can't decide!



There was some kerfuffle with passwords. I couldn't get into mine either.

First you should leave because you're a douchebag who cries because you got insulted over the internet.

Dug and Bolt have been here.

Hey now. Clean slate and second chances remember. Take it easy.

Bumpo!

lawl

Now we see his true colors.

indeed

This evening I had a Moment of Clarity.

I was spending my paycheck at Palace Park Amusements, you know, the place with the McDonalds and the little birthday room and the video games and the rugrats all over the place? They have that new Silent Scope arcade game, where you get to aim a fake sniper rifle and shoot people and pretend they're your second stepdad.

Anyways, next to that machine is this game called "The Claim Jumper," and it's one of those ones where you drop tokens in and try to get tickets. Like Skee-ball, except it won't get you laid.

Ordinarily I'd never waste my money on something like that, but as I was sniping people, I felt this warmth spreading through me, like warm pee in a snowsuit. I was drawn toward the flashing, twinking, Claim Jumper machine. I swear I heard harps playing. And I held my coin above the slot, and I heard this deep voice cut through the noise of the Dance Dance Revolution machine, and it said ... "Lawrence." Just like that, only deeper -- "Lawrence." It was the voice of God. It moved me, yet frightened me.

Especially since my name is Mike.

And when the voice said, "DROP THE DUCATS!" I let the coin rip, and it twirled down the slide, and it landed right in one of those little minecarts. The minecart was full of tokens. The game was playing music, but all I could hear was a choir. A bright light shone on my face! And bells were ringing, glorious bells, and the machine started peeling out tickets -- hundreds of tickets! You know how many I won? Fifteen hundred tickets!

By the grace of God!

Fifteen hundred tickets!!

Fifteen ... hundred ... tickets.

My life has been changed forever. I mean that. I touched the Creator today, I'm sure of it.

Only 48,000 more, and I can get a mousepad.

Oh man, even though that wasl ike 2 months ago it's still hilarious. I rule.

Yeah, pretty much.

Hello, sweet prince.

It's not 404 until Knobs mods me for saying 'milk up my nostrils'.

But, alas.

ITS ALL JUST A PACK OF LIES

The best part is that he listened.