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Once upon a time, there was a profile. It
was infinite. Literally. From time to time, the owner of this page went berzerk trying to locate something on
this profile, but she was so attached to it that departing with it was not on her list of things to do, as if she had one.
Reasoning mentally, she realized that part of the problem with her profile directly linked to
the concept of her aforementioned "list of things to do." Very indirectly. In that perhaps she needed to >gasp<
be more organized.
This was a huge dilemma for her. She, if you didn't know, was the least organized person
ON THE PLANET. It was so horrible that her whole life she had been ridiculed for it. Herein lied (lay?) the problem.
Herein, also, was laying (any better? not really) the solution.
And so, our idiot narrator excursioned into the land of making a useless website that
few to any people would ever read, for the sake of organization, wasting time, and maybe something else that she forgot.
And talking in the third person. That's kind of amusing.
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And if you care -
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Want to make fun of my page? Or be ON it? I can do that, you know. I'm THAT powerful.
>feels muscle< eh, okay, well, yeah.
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