romanreloaded

I was planning on taking a ridiculous impromptu travel to Seattle for the sake of unabashed lunacy, but I opted for saving my money for now in order to buy a 1994 Hyundai Elantra and a swank apartment of my own to get out of my shithole.

To make up for my own disappointment, I bought a bottle of Alize and pretended to be P....
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The year is almost over...


I've decided to just link to my lj whenever I update that, instead of updating this, since, y'know, two journals? Y'dig.


Leave me comments everywhere! I need comments! I'm such a comment ho! hurr hurr.

Slowly, but surely, I'm getting back in routine.

I still exist? Woah, what a shocker, I'm sure!

I feel weird leaving people comments on their journals.

Isn't there some sort of rulebook on how to be social in an internet-active community?

Well motherfucker.

Over a week has past, and a veritable slew of wonderful sets have gone up, including one of my new personal favorites, Aiden's. Congrats, all newcomin' ladies, and hurray for new sets from familiar favorites!

My lip still hurts. Why, you might ask? I pierced my labret [hurray!] but took it out because of fierce gum pain [boo!]. I'm hoping to have it...
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I'm a total hater when it comes to journals, especially when all my time is divided between working and trying not to kill myself during work. I suppose I'll update this weekly, every weekend. Sound good, Kevin? Good, Kevin.

I just found my old bondage pants, and my ass looks so slammin', I can't even stand it. I have to flirt with everyone on Earth...
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And then I'm all like, "Time to update!", and then my job is like, "Nah, nigga!".

Off to work!