Jamie Loran ♦ Number Six

( Black-Ops )

( Uri )

( Black Ops )

( Grace )

( Lana )

( Uri )

Fuckballs, I should probably have updated this thing like...two years ago. The hell is my head at? I can't promise you guys I'm going to keep up with this whole online journal thing, but I'll try my best. Not that you all probably want to know the inner musings of a twenty-something bartender, right? Because nobody's ever met one of those before. So interesting.

Let me tell you guys something, being an alien? Is fucking awesome. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I have to go to the hospital and stuff, but for the most part I just enjoy the perks. Invisibility? Kickass. Enhanced like...everything? A-MAZING. And so far there isn't a Mogadorian in sight coming to cart my ass onto a sword in the name of conquering Lorien or Earth or what-have-you so I'm just going to enjoy it. You're being a gigantic tool right now. Under the radar isn't a phrase in your vocabulary?

In human news, does anybody know of a good guitar shop in Albany? The place I went to religiously pretty much just bit the big one, and I need strings.

( I told you to stay tuned. )