violenttortoise

Wow, my first journal entry, exciting isn't it? It's sort of lacking in beer, party streamers, naked chicks (well... -live- naked chicks) an overly excited DJ clad from head to toe in platinum bling, or me leaning over a balcony and throwing up after drinking too much. But now that I think about it, it's not really that big of a deal. But I still feeling like doing something to celebrate. I guess I'll just dance a jig or light some stuff on fire.

I've just spent the last hour or so watching old kung-fu movies staring Sonny Chiba, drinking enough caffeine to chew through this glass snapple bottle, and listening to screamo at such a high volume that I think my ears are bleeding. Well, it could be the music, or it could be the fact that I'm jamming pencils into my ear canal as I write this. I'll give it some thought and come up with an answer for you if I haven't stabbed any important parts of my brain by now.

Gosh, this is getting morbid, I'll have to change the subject. The new subject will be that.. er... I *heart* you, SG.com. And all the naked girls that make up your pinkish/greyish template.

Except you, mister Mexican Wrestler emoticon/smiley... you scare the ever-living crap out of me.

EDIT:
I want to 'make love' to that bald girl who can see the future in Minority Report...