well i spend so much time reading other peoples journals but i never really could be bothered with my own, but, thanks to the miracle of boredom, here it is, useless and unintelligible crud about me, that i ever so selfishly expect you to read and then not retch out loud at my vapid outpourings.

but i digress

i am doing something incredibly important and incredibly easy which i will be posting up soon, however because i am currently as imaginative as the average aphid i am having ridiculous amounts of difficulty finishing the last few lines.

if you want to help me out please help me choose between-

typing random alphanumeric sequences on the keyboard then pretending they are actually meaningful

beating myself with an empty bottle of vodka from the other night until either ideas or brain fluid flow like the very same vodka did the other night.

let this be a warning to you kids out there, the amount of brain cells you have lost are inversely proportional to the amount of vodka you can drink by the end of the night without retching (due to the also present danger of lost taste buds, i'm sure)

well this is going nowhere fast, so i will cut it off he-