Journal created:
on 3 April 2002 (#515930)
Updated:
on 8 July 2011
Name:
Down With GoP? Yeah, you know me!
Birthdate:
30 November 1974
Location:
San Antonio, Texas, United States
Reasons Why You Should Read My Journal
I do not post song lyrics or poetry.
I do not post quiz results.
I do not post ambiguous one sentence entries.
I do not post ambiguous one sentence entries 50 times a day.
I do not post ambiguous one sentence entries 50 times a day and wonder why no one ever posts any comments, and people keep deleting me from their friends lists.
I never make vaguely suicidal comments and gestures and then get pissed off when no one responds to them.
I do not post recipes.
Ok, I do sometimes, but only good ones.
I do not post grainy, over-exposed bandwith-gobbling pictures of my children every 15 minutes and expect people to ooh and ahh over each one and offer them a children's modeling contract.
When I do post pictures, they are behind a link or a LJ-Cut.
I do not write in iambic pentameter.
But I know what iambic pentameter is.
I am not a cam whore.
I am not a goth.
I do not break up with my significant other three times a day and expect you to give a shit.
I spell-check.
Well, usually.
I do not assume you know WTF I am talking about it. Should it be pertinent to the story, I will give you some background.
I never spoil the plot of a movie you haven't seen yet.
I never post my nutritional information for the day and lament about what a pig I am.
Or crow about how skinny I am getting.
I never poke fun at other people.
Unless they really deserve it.
I always poke fun at myself.
Because I always deserve it.
Now. Any questions?
I do not post song lyrics or poetry.
I do not post quiz results.
I do not post ambiguous one sentence entries.
I do not post ambiguous one sentence entries 50 times a day.
I do not post ambiguous one sentence entries 50 times a day and wonder why no one ever posts any comments, and people keep deleting me from their friends lists.
I never make vaguely suicidal comments and gestures and then get pissed off when no one responds to them.
I do not post recipes.
Ok, I do sometimes, but only good ones.
I do not post grainy, over-exposed bandwith-gobbling pictures of my children every 15 minutes and expect people to ooh and ahh over each one and offer them a children's modeling contract.
When I do post pictures, they are behind a link or a LJ-Cut.
I do not write in iambic pentameter.
But I know what iambic pentameter is.
I am not a cam whore.
I am not a goth.
I do not break up with my significant other three times a day and expect you to give a shit.
I spell-check.
Well, usually.
I do not assume you know WTF I am talking about it. Should it be pertinent to the story, I will give you some background.
I never spoil the plot of a movie you haven't seen yet.
I never post my nutritional information for the day and lament about what a pig I am.
Or crow about how skinny I am getting.
I never poke fun at other people.
Unless they really deserve it.
I always poke fun at myself.
Because I always deserve it.
Now. Any questions?
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