Gamefly is awesome, it's like Netflix for Video Games! We never have to leave home to get new games! And it's way cheaper than buying and selling back all the games we want!
I've been away from lj for awhile, at that evil site known as myspace. But I miss my lj, and am coming back. However, a lot has happened at lj in my absence, and many friends have also trailed off to other sites. I could go through all my friends' pages to see who's disappeared, but that would take a long time. Instead, I'm going to do this: Today is Friday night June 2nd. I'm going to give everyone a week to respond to this, and then I will cut anyone who hasn't. {If you read this after a week, don't worry, you can still respond and I'll re~add you once I get your comment}.
You don't have to ask to be kept, just say hi, tell me who you are {myspace has confused a lot of things because first names are used there}, and maybe what community or whatnot I met you through. This post is public, so you don't need to reveal any private info. Everyone who responds will be kept or re~added.
If you are new and would like to be added, send me a salute {digital picture of yourself holding a sign with your username} in comments.
i need surveys. you know, those email surveys where you answer questions about yourself? i need those. not the same old ones that have all the same questions, but unique ones. not too sexual - they're going on myspace, which is fairly public. and if anyone has the itunes survey, that'd be great! thx!
There are so many of us in New York, you know. We're the ones in bed early, with mud masks on our face and dozens of unused candles around the room.
Hypnotized, we dive into potato chip bags and keep eating until Ted Koppel's finished talking about whatever he's talking about.
Birthdays aren't a big deal. We try not to make a fuss because every year we get closer to 30, closer to not having, never having the husband and baby we swore we'd have by now.
We organize our closets, make pesto, hem skirts, keep a journal and read-a lot. We have rented every goddamn movie at Blockbuster.
We walk by Baby Gap and get a pain in our chest.
We start looking at our best friends and think, hey, why not -at least I know what she likes in bed.
We know how to make really good chili but it always tastes funny when we eat it alone.
We sneeze and there is no one to bless us.
The hardest part is the music, the songs that pour out of elevators and taxis, with voices that crawl between our ears and say "This one's about you, babe. This one's all about you."
i fucking hate the holidays. doesn't everyone? last year wasn't like this. i didn't want to be with bill anymore, but at least it was something. someone there.
i was supposed to go to maui's tonight. cuddle and watch lots of lost, veronica mars, and wonderfalls. spend the night.
but he's a mgr at a theatre, and king kong is being released tonight. so he's gotta work. so i'm having dinner with robert. robert, who i don't like, and am not really attracted to. but he's paying. and it's better than sitting home alone.
this guy from myspace wants to get together for lunch. we've never really talked. just added the other day. we'll probably have nothing in common. or he'll try to kill me. whatever. i'm considering it.
nerdy
bored
restless
hungry
cold
lethargic