socrates200x

I'm back on the SG scene due to the intervention of a mysterious Valentine's benefactor! This anonymous, I'll even go so far as to say 'secret', admirer has graciously picked up the tab for a three month subscription.

The two motives I could discern from such an out-of-the-blue act were honest well-wishing / ardor or as a setup for some more nefarious wet-work, so to...
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To Do List
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1. Write new blog post.

2. Find camera and take sweet photos of self. I'm looking around and I don't have nearly enough. Especially of my gaming tattoo. It must be immortalized in pixel form. It...demands it...

3. Starting posting more. I just finished surfing the Boards. Why did I ever leave SG? The online community is so much cooler...
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I'm back, bitches! Echoing into the cyberspace void, my typing returns. I'm sure you, my imaginary audience, has greatly missed me. A synopsis of my current coolness is forthcoming. I apologize for the pins and needles this may invoke while sitting!

I reached the point where I think I've reached the point where I've exhausted what to do to not be bored to tears. Or at least bored to "Siiiiiiiiigh..." I need a new addiction, but I really should finish my other ones.

Ever have happen to you?: You're sitting there, afternoon free, happily manipulating yourself to orgiastic euphoria, then RUSH! It comes, you comes, it's...
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Token journal to let the ladies know I'm OK. I'm OK!!! You're OK!!!

A little more than just scarred... I don't think I can walk away from this one.

I'm afraid that if I don't update my journal soon, people will be all like, "Enhhh,", and I'll be like, "Whateva!!" Nevertheless, my recent SG group-subscription craze has led me to believe that some random people are actually interested in what I have to say on a near-daily basis. In the which case:

Woozle-wuzzle?

I *will* make my girlfriend a SuicideGirl. Let it be written,...
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What are the haps?

I'm leaving! I'm flying out, flying in. Look for me to disappear, only to meet you at the runway, arms encircling, for that moment, never letting go.