new journal entry.
I have nothing to say, but at least I know I have nothing to say.
I read other people's journal entries on this thing and I feel nothing but contempt. Most of them are inane stories, trite complaints, rehashed teen angst diatribes or semi-poetic, remedial, masturbatory run-on sentences. Thanks but no thanks.
Blah........ I'll stick to TV.
I came for the boobs...
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