Words don't ever actually attempt to describe me by themselves, so i guess i could try to string up a few to tell you about me. First off, I guess I should say I'm a human. This may seem strange that I'm telling you that, but the word "dog" is in my username so I didn't want any confusion. I'd have made my name BigggDawgBingo, but then I'd have just looked like some rapper garbage, and that would just be silly. Second, I get sick. A LOT. I'm actually fighting off a respiratory infection and possibly pink eye as I write this. Hopefully I don't still have them by the time you read this, Because that could be a long time from June 1st, 2013, and I definitely don't want this crap to stick around that long. Thirdly, I hate the word thirdly. I'm not even sure it's a real word, but wether I just accidentally made it up or it's been real all along, I hate it. It looks stupid. Fourth (possibly last, I don't know how much more I can stand to teach you about myself tonight) I love heavy metal. I don't mean love as in I know every song by every band who's ever vomited out a heavy metal song, I can't do that. For anything. You know those people who can sit around and talk about a band or a team or something and they know everything about every member from that band or team since they were born? I'm not one of those people. I listen to heavy metal because I think it's awesome, and I don't really care about the people who make it. Don't come around here saying that that means I'm not a true fan, because i really don't care wether you think I'm a "true fan" or not. I don't care about any of your judgement at all, actually. Time for the bonus, don't worry, this one's short. I love baseball in about the same sense that I love metal. I think it's a great sport, and I love playing it and even watching it, but I don't care to learn any players names or stats or anything. It's about the game, not the players. But if you must know, I'm an Orioles fan by proximity. P.S. I apologize for lying, that one wasn't a very short one.
Your Journal Title Here... Sike, I'm not gonna do that, so I guess I'll just call this "My Journal"
I'll probably put words in this that are relevant to me, but not too many of you. It may or may not contain some generic rants about being a Biggg Dog named Bingo. And, if you're lucky, the story of how my parents got lost at sea (don't worry, I've a