Welcome to the Jungle

wearing:  blue capris, 'enjoy life' tank top
eating:  cherries
listening to:  "The One" by the Foo Fighters
 
It seems to be becoming a kind of trend now to post on even days.  Fancy that.  Now... what arresting divergence of my life to post upon... decisions, decisions.  I could go with the tried, tested and true rantings concerning the ongoing saga of myself and Derek where I tip-toe over the broken landscapes of injured feelings and what was, eventually coming to the conclusion that he is an insensitive prick, your every-day asshole.
 
...But today I feel the passion to pursue a less conventional style of rant, something fresh and exciting!  ...Something that won't make me hated.  Today I will touch upon my recent foray into the virtual universe, my discovery of an enchanted world many have come to know as Habbo.  In the hotel, you are represented by a marching fiend who can move it and shake it as vivaciously as William Hung.  This said hotel is teeming with said vivacious mover-shakers of many different colours and pixels, many of whom not so unlike yourself.  During my stay in this magic hotel,  I have had the pleasure of meeting two fiends of particular interest, who shall be referred to as Red and It Man.  Red was the first to cross my path.  With his slick pixelated business suit, his strikingly dark, digital hair, and keen interest in my habbo mission to take over the universe, how could any habbo resist?  Titillating conversation was born.  It Man is a different case.  It was his astonishingly purple shirt that caught my eye, and I quickly decided that a habbo so colourful just could not sit all by themself.  It Man, as it turns out, has just turned 26 and writes about entertainment for a living, and has an opinion about any movie ever made.  Ever.   Mikey has followed my lead and has also joined the enchanted world of Habbo.  Good times to come.
 
Ta Da!