To Person reading this entry,

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This is a live journal entry. You probably guessed by the URL and by the fact that it is what you expect if you are in fact on live journal. One thing I have to mention before I continue is that I do not seize the day. I am in fact a very lazy person. I spend the majority of my time woking(*). The thing is, time is running out. Much like the Muse song. I like Muse a lot, they’re different and loud. I’m a loud person so it compliments me greatly. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, time. It is running out. You see, a bus may hit me tomorrow and there you have it. No more woking, no more watching The Bill (I don’t think the Bill screens in heaven by the definition of the word heaven), no opportunity to go to England and pose with one of the royal guard in a very sexy pose. Time is something we don’t actually have much of so it is important that I deliver the next important message.

The 2 minutes that you have just spent reading this entry is two minutes of your life you will never get back again. Ever. They are now logged in your history as the two minutes you spent reading the ramblings of a deranged teenager instead of dong something constructive. That bus is coming. Go outside, look at the view. Breathe some fresh air, kick a cat, whatever. Just get off the computer and go and talk to someone in person instead. You never know. It might make you happy.

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(*) Woking. Definition: Wandering to the kitchen then completely forgetting what you went there for. [see: The Meaning of Liff – Douglas Adams and John Lloyd.]

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Note: Yes, I do realise that if you spend your whole like in your house on the computer and you don’t live on a bus route the chances of you getting hit by a bus are minimal in comparison if you actually go somewhere. But come on, where’s the fun in that?

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Cheerio, I’m going out.

Brontë

Oh, and this is what the world looks like, I'm off to see it.