Right now I'm on the train to Morristown. I'm typing this on an iPhone I inherited from my intimate friend, Meghan -- there will be typos. This is an awesome device. In one night, I was able to completely re-establish my online identity.
Typing is slow going, but that's all right because I am a deliberate thinker.
That is why I appear to be so over-sensitive. That's what I so loved about LJ when Sheri White first introduced me to it back in Pre-Terruh Uhmerica, where your Patriotism was determined by the degree of pink and green fade on your "We remember!" bumper magnets. I loved it because I was gonna spew all this crazy, over-the-top shit and every single set of eyes that took in my frantic, careless, earnest Id in all it's ravening glory would agree, or come to see, that I was fucking right.
Definitely didn't go down like that.
All things considered, it wasn't all that horrible when you weigh it up against cheerleader moms conspiring to drive a needy teenage girl to suicide, cross-country cannibal pacts, and having to endure the bulb going off over your head when you realize that Craig's List meet wasn't such a good idea ... before that bulb gets smashed against your eyesocket.
I guess that's sort of what happened with me.
Well, LJ App crashed and am off yo my job as a junk store clerk.
All you really need to know today is I bought back the DeadScrypt domain. Don't really know why, I guess we'll see.
Yours truly,
- m.j.euringer
