23.11.2003 ~ 1:48 am
it's late, i know.
i've been stalking everyone as of late by reading their journals. my hk friends on xanga, some people i know in the uk have livejournals and i've found a couple of people i know here with xanga.
today's lesson: american teenage girls in general have the worst journals - picture backgrounds, bright/light/both text colour and netspeak. good thing they're not people i know. i don't see the point. the diary is there to be read, for god's sake. why make it impossible? and the tacky gaudiness. *shudders*
slash is in my name:
as much as i'd like ewan mcgregor to be my love interest, colin farrell? try again:
ok....pretty, but not the right sex.
thank you. so who's john c. reilly? oh. not so good. but at least i'm reese witherspoon, right?
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