Welcome to monkeys with typewriters. As we enter, you will see a row of pegs holding white hazmat suits. Please put one on over your clothing; we're still trying to teach the monkeys that throwing their own shit at people is not winning them any brownie points.
Everyone suited up? Good enough.
Hi. I don't know why I'm starting a new blog, because I already have one at livejournal. However, the template doesn't look at nice as this one. I like to be professional looking, even if I don't necessarily act that way.
Anyway, for starters, my name is...actually I have a tradition of not putting my name up on the net. It's appeared a few times when other people have mentioned me, and it may appear somewhere here...I don't know how the whole system works yet. But if it's up, it's up, and you know my name, and if it's not, it's not, so there. that's one of the things I like about the net. You could be anything to anybody, although I don't necessarily ascribe to that. I could be a stunning 6 foot blonde blue-eyed lingerie model living in London with her 4 equally stunning model friends in a flat that's a permanent nightclub, but I'm not (otherwise I wouldn't know how to to use a computer and I wouldn't know that monkeys throw their own shit). I'm an 18-year-old uni student living in Melbourne with my family. I like my family. I think you would too if I let you get to know them.
Monkeys with typewriters should be here for a while, mainly because I like the title, and I'm starting to get sick of my old net username (which I might put up at some point). Without the username I'm just me, so hopefully I'll be slightly more open than in my old blog. Which, I'm starting to think, may be a reason no one ever bothered to read it. Everything's so goddamn cryptic that unless you were actually there, you wouldn't have a clue what was going on. I'll try to be nicer here.