dreamed that we wanted to have a barbecue in this loevly well sunlit apartment. faetal was too pregnant to move, so she sat in a chair and directed me what to do. oh noes, we don't have meat! so i called talkingpotato and asked her to pick us up some steaks from across the river. oh noes, she didn't have money with her! i said i would come give her some money, because we needed beer for dispossessed, anyway. so i hopped on my rollercoaster, but i missed my stop, so i had to ride it all the way to the end and back. i picked up a magazine on hairdo's to read, and came across an oddly put article o' erotica. i started giggling, and the rollercoaster conductor got angry at me and took away my magazine because there were kids present, and continued to look at me as if i were the worst kind. i just kept giggling, though, and enjoyed the very barren landscape.
Post this in your journal, asking your friends list (or whatever
stranger that happens to wander by) to respond with whatever they know
about you. It can be as matter of fact as "Your name is Jim, you pet
dogs," or as random as you like: "You used to hang with mongols and
A week later, write an "about me" post to fill in the gaps in your friends' knowledge.
i'll add one to it and say "put in any questions you have for me to help fill in the blanks."
if that makes sense.
thanks to meestor duffy, i now have a vox thingie. as much as i don't know if i'll actually use the thing, i'm glad i got in before aubkabob was taken. i wasn't so lucky with myspace. GET OFF MY NAME!!
edit: once upon a time, every single thing you would google under 'aubkabob' other than one random thing would be me. now, i'm barely in there. the hell? again, i say, GET OFF MY NAME!!
ah, well. i can rest assured that if nothing else, i was the ORIGINAL aubkabob, with her original aubkablog.