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I feel absolutely silly, starting another journal. It's like I'm a wee noobie again, stretching my noobie feet. Tra la la.

I had an account here that for whatever reason, I decided to delete. I wish I hadn't. But in any case, my primary journal is still "tigbit" on LJ. And...I'm not sure why I mentioned that. I obviously want to prove to you that this is not my first entry ever, that I did have a very active fandom life on that journal, and that I am not a twat.

I am not a big twat.

Twat, twat, twat.

Ah, the freedom of knowing no-one will ever read this is inspiring. Uplifting. I feel as if I could tell you about my Great Uncle Sherman or that day I was locked in the gym with Mr. Moralis and nothing but a baseball bat and sticky tape. I'm like the kid who turns up Daddy's soundsystem and eats Mommy's cookies when they've gone away to work. I am that freak that would do her laundry naked if she lived in the country.

This is actually kind of nice. You have absolutely no idea who I am. I have absolutely no idea why you're here. Therefore, I will admit:

1. I found a Celine Dion CD (a CD!) whilst packing today. I put it in my stereo and it was playing during two phone conversations. They didn't even know I could mouth along to the lyrics.

2. What I just admitted makes me a bit shameful.

3. I am a bit ashamed that I was just ashamed. No-one cares about my shamfulness.

4. My red nail polish is chipping. I look like I just got into a fight with my pimp, Giovanni.

5. I have nothing interesting to say.

Off, I go.