MP3: Charizma & Peanut Butter Wolf - "Methods"

In a few minutes, I'm going to go find frozen yogurt and make faces at the homeless asian dude down the street who hates me, so I'm going to keep this brief. I have nothing to tell you, really, so it's like, whatev.

MP3: Duffy - "Mercy"

Regarding that thing you helped me with last month: thanks to your excellent clicking skills, I got all the bonuses for last month. I owe all of you hella ponies. Seriously, thank you so much. I received my bonus check a few days ago, and it was kind of like this:



Except I don't get paid in gold coins. Unfortunately. Anyhoo, please allow me to buy you a drink next time I see you, because all that clicking must have made you very thirsty.

MP3: KRS-One - "Sound of Da Police"

Do you know a graphic designer I can hire? I'm not friends with creative people (just on principle), so I'm kind of at a loss, and I need to hire someone to design a new banner for the Warship. I took down the old one last year, and never replaced it. So if you know anyone, hit me up, please. I will pay them in gold coins, btw.

MP3: Genevieve Waite - "Biting My Nails"

I for real stopped reading my PMs on SG a few months ago (on principle), so email me if you need something. I have no idea what in the world you would need from me--transplants, Britney Spears' home address, whatev--but just in case you need my limited services for something, email. I get some strange PMs up in this piece, and I just don't want to read them anymore. So I don't. So yeah.

MP3: Martha Wainwright - "Bloody Motherfucking Asshole"

On a similar note, I'm starting to feel weird around here. Like, I feel like I'm up for public consumption (even though I may not actually be), and I hate that feeling, so I think I'm going to start making my journals friends only. It just feels weird sharing shit about my life with people I, a) don't like, or b) don't even know. I'm being paranoid and weird, but whatev. And I mean really, if we learned anything this month, it's that there's a lot of strange fucking people around here who are out to steal your identity. Well, maybe not my identity, but perhaps my glasses, if I actually wore glasses. Just... fucking weirdos.

You know?

MP3: Eartha Kitt - "I Want to be Evil"

Point being, if we've been friends for a while, but you're not actually on my friends list, I'll probably request you this week, if that's ok with you. I have no idea who I'm speaking to, but I know there are people around (like from CW and shit) who I'm friends with, but have never requested. So yeah, I'm totally going to get on that.