I'm just going to be writing for awhile. Self-indulgent unfiltered uncensored crap. Whatever I feel like. Naked women and potty humor. Politics and baseless accusations. I think it's what I need to do. I'm reclaiming this journal in the name of me. The rest of you can go to hell. Or not. It's your choice. Say your bit but don't expect me to be sympathetic if you think I've wasted your time. I absolve you of any obligation. Do something more productive than reading the meandering bullshit of my unfocused mind. Get some sun. Read an amusing anecdote. Take an LJ quiz. What will your LJ secret santa bring you? I don't know. I can't take the quiz for you. I don't know your birthday.
Consider this a warning, or a promise if you're of a certain frame of mind. It could be a promise. It just might be.