The Cranial Mishaps of G-Fry

Sunday, February 1
 
This Is G-Fry...


Signing off.
G-Fry



 
Epoch
This is it. The other page is set up. In my next post, you will have the link. It's been found a couple times already, but now it's officially open. I'm moving the counter over there, too. This page will cease to function in just a few moments. But first, my picture. As promised. The hair is a little different, the light provides me with a slight case of albino, but you get the jist.

So long, Blogger.
G-Fry



 
Set Like Crazy Glue
Never mind tha last post. Lisa fixed it for me. She's awesome. Go buy something from her.

Soon as I scan my picture, the new site goes up.
G-Fry



 
I Don't Know What The Hell I'm Doing
Okay. I've got the template. Yes, there will probably be other people with the same look as my page. But did I have to build it myself and kill something? No. So, I figured I'd be happier this way.

Turns out, I still want to kill something. I don't know where I'm supposed to upload all these (3) damn thingers. I uploaded them into MT through the Local Archive whatever-the-hell, with the images in /image and the .css in just the LAW-T-H. Apparently, that's not good enough for the internet. He wants something better. Something more. What a bastard...

If anyone can help, sure would be nice of ya.
G-Fry



 
I Appreciate That Guy
Woody Allen is just....phenomenal. I just finished watching Anything Else, and HOLY CRAP, I laughed. A lot. Woody Allen is just so funny. The script was hilarious. Jason Biggs played the character pretty well, but Woody Allen just...was him. You know what I mean.

Plus, Christina Ricci is really.....freakin'........hot. Super-hot. Uber-hot. I get the tingles...Just look at her. Bask in her hotness. Go ahead...bask.

I got called a sex addict today. After pointing out the immediate absurdity in logic, he decided that I'm a makeout addict. I don't see how it can count as an addiction if I never do it. Which reminds me...I really need to find someone to make out with. Woe are the years of teenagerdom, amass with hormones and....other hormones.

Those eyes....
G-Fry



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