I'm Not Sexy!!

Closed

Wed, 26 Nov 2003 16:40:38 GMT

This journal has been closed because some people just have to suck all the life out of fandom. For the very small percentage that can't tell the difference between parody and RL, it needed to be clarified. This journal has been written by me, LadyLynx. This journal was written for many reasons. Mostly, it was written because it's fun. But also, there were a few deeper purposes.

In my short time pretending to be Michael, I got to see things from the eyes of someone else. I got to see that Michael has many fans. Some that care deeply about him, some that are a bit obsessed about him, some that are just really rather funny and some that can be a bit crude. In some ways, he's blessed with variety and interesting people. In another way, it makes me afraid for him.

My other, less important purpose for this journal was to teach a few people that it's really not good to make Michael your life. It's really not good to follow people around, thinking you'll have something to gain by pressing them for information. You just cause your friends to do things like this, just to distract you. Just to give you something to do. We should be thankful for what the real Michael rosenbaum has been willing to offer us. He is a talented, funny, handsome, and inspiring actor. I doubt there'll be anyone like him again in this lifetime.

Sincerely,
Lynx

Sun, 19 Oct 2003 22:42:04 GMT

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What Makes You Sexy? by eva71

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

Hey, I resent that! This test is all wrong, all wrong. Everyone knows it's all about my bald head. I don't get you women. I knew lots of bald guys. Nobody liked them. I just can't figure out what it is you girls like anymore.

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What Makes You Sexy? by eva71

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

Ah, that's more like it. Because I..am an actor..and that is what actors do...La la la, la la la la..connect the dots, la la la..

Tom has a funny ass, a funny ass, a funny ass. I'm going to go play with Ally now. Ally!!!!!

Fizzy soda is my friend

Mon, 13 Oct 2003 06:47:03 GMT

I went to the mall today with a few friends. So I'm shuffling along with my gift certificates, talking with my friends about ATMs. I mean, ATMs are such a pain in the ass. Why do I really need to pay a fee? I have to pay to take out my own money? Then I remembered I use a credit card, so..Deb had us waiting in the GAP for two hours. At which point I was ready to pull my hair out, but as you know, I'm bald.

Then this girl came up to me. This little woman with straight, blonde hair. She stared at me all funny and said, "Do you like almond roca?" What is that? So I asked what it was and she just looked at me funny and walked away.

Anyway, I went to Borders and picked up a few books and magazines while everyone else waited for Deb. By the time I was done, everyone was in front of the store, waiting.

We all went to eat at Arby's. It was o.k. Then I noticed that girl again. I tried not to look at her. Then when I left, she was still there. So I asked her, "Could I do anything for you?" and she looks at me, scared.

"Do you like almond roca?"

What does she mean? So I say I don't no and she walks away. I ask all my friends what she's talking about.

Finally later I went into the drug store and asked one of the ladies there what it was. Some sort of candy. But why can't I get an answer?

I'm really excited about my game, Gladius. I hope you guys enjoy it, if you get it. It's going to be really cool. It's not the type of games I usually like but I think I like tactical strategy now.

When we got to Adri's place, we all had BBQ. I don't understand pickles. Why do they have to pack them in so that I need to stick my fingers all the way in?

So anyway. There's this friend of mine who wants to gain weight. Anyone have any pointers?

I'm going to go read my magazines now. The Mikester needs his rest.

Love,
Mike

Don't fear the reaper

Sun, 21 Sep 2003 05:15:34 GMT

So, Bob apologizes. I don't know how I feel about that. How am I supposed to believe him when I can't even trust him? I heard from Dave that Bob was betting against me the other night. Well, fuck that. Can always depend on Dave when the chips are down.

Whoa.. what the hell was that? Just heard a scream outside my window. Didn't sound pretty. Oh, just some drunks.

So anyway, Dave and I are going to go on a fishing trip when I have some time. I need some peace, or what not.

Everything is going well for me. Tom sends his love.. Whatever that is.

Sorry I'm not here. I can't be here. I have so much piled up on me but I appreciate your thoughts. You're a crazy bunch. ;)

My mom's a bit worried about me talking about myself on the internet. She sent me some oatmeal raisin cookies and a note that said:
"Don't let me find your naked ass on the internet. Be a good Mickey." I tell her I'm past that phase but she can't seem to let go.

Mothers.

I can't sleep

Sun, 07 Sep 2003 07:39:10 GMT

I woke up about an 1 1/2 hours ago and I still can't get back to sleep.

I'm feeling a bit odd. I had a really strange dream. I was in an old jazz club from the old days. Everyone was all dressed up. Somehow the band from that scene in Star Wars was playing music. Then I saw this beautiful woman across the room. She has style and she gazed at me. She wore a hat with a veil, hiding part of her face. I walked up to her. I said to her, "Which one of the Spice Girls are you?" She blew smoke in my face and suddenly, I was being twirled about by Arnold S. in a mini skirt. Oh, my eyes. I stop for a while and move around a bit. Then all of a sudden, this girl jumps out at me from nowhere, toting a shrimp fork and tries to kill me. She kept hacking and hacking into me and weeds kept sprouting up from my wounds. I kept fighting her as she was saying, "I hate you!" Finally, she stabbed me square in the chest. With a gasp, I awoke.

Now, I'm holding my gloworm and drinking cocoa. Help me. :(

Wed, 03 Sep 2003 20:13:17 GMT

I really like these journal moods. Snoopy is da man!

I found a new icon. :D Rangers are the best team ever. I dare you to say otherwise.

I'm going to hang with some weird ass friends tonight. Might do a little go-carting. First we need to go to Deb's place. She says she has a belated gift for me. Presents. :D

Julie has been telling me about some show called O.C. I could've sworn I heard about it months ago. She said I should watch it so she's going to send me a tape. What in the.., what is that all about?

She's weird..but I like her.

Thanks

Thu, 28 Aug 2003 19:26:50 GMT

Wow, I can't keep up with you ladies. Well, I have a lot to do and for some reason, my ass keeps itching me. Anyone want to add me, go for it but I'll be gone a while.

Oh yeah. I need more icons. Anyone know where I can get some?

Later Ladies. *wink*

What is this thing?

Thu, 28 Aug 2003 05:24:03 GMT

So Bob told me about this site. Said it'd do me some good. Well I think Bob is an ass. I mean really.

I managed to use that Paint thing and made a photo of me and Tom. I miss Tom. I tried calling Tom but he wasn't home. Just me and my lame ass in Denny's, listening to Avril Lavigne.