I was playing around in my LiveJournal, and chose to view a random LJ. It showed me my own.
Damn, them’s some interesting odds, my friend. Go buy a Powerball ticket.
No shit. Literaly a million to one, I think.
Sheesh! That’s crazy. Try to stay away from lightening storms. Your odds may be a little too good. Zap! 
Toki
Maybe it wasn’t really yours. Maybe it was someone else’s with a life EXACTLY like yours, who, coincidentally shares the same name.
Ever thought of that?
Be honest. Did you skim through it and think, “damn, this guy’s lame,” before you realized?
So, did you at least read it?
What’s a “Live Journal”?
From your ignorant friend, Mr. Black.
Jet Black
Jet Black, beware, they’re addictive. All the pointless babbling that you can’t even manage to fit in here and you have this space…space to fill with your life and thoughts for everyone to read just about you!
I’m on a 12 step program…
And Superdude, does it help that I adore you?
Medea, it sounds like the perfect addition to my already miserable life. Bad enough I’ve been on the SDMB all day (still in my pajamas @ 4 pm)…I can just add insult to injury and sign up for LiveJournal.
Hah! Thanks. I’ll give it a try. After all, depression works best when you have someone to talk to. Even if it’s only yourself. And it’s another reason for me to stay indoors. I hear the outside world is overrated. Seclusion is key to being a lowlife.
Oops…I’m hi-jacking Superdude’s idea that his life sucks worse than others. I don’t want to one-up him. Sorry, bro.
Jet Black