Hey everyone. Still trying to get the kinks out.
Although, I'm pretty much writing this to no one at the moment. And that's cool. Someday, lots of people will read this. But not right now. Someday. And they'll think, "Hey, Lamp's talking about me right now! I sure love Lamp!"
Once this site gets up and running, it'll be awesome. Until then... just relax. Have a drink. Make yourself at home.**If this site is already up and running at the time of your reading this, then disregard that last paragraph. Just go about your business enjoying the site and smiling and loving life.**
**And if you're not loving life, we should talk because there's NO excuse for not loving life. Unless you just got your arms and legs bit off by a Great White or something. Then it's okay to be a little down.******
This isn't to say that getting attacked by a shark is the only reason to feel down. There are plenty of reasons. I just don't want to list them all. And, the shark attack was the first thought that popped into my head. I don't know why. I don't think I'm afraid of sharks. Although, I've never met one. I suppose if I did, and it tried to attack me, I'd probably be afraid. But, you know me, I'd probably try and be it's friend first. I'd be like, "Shark, there's too much bloodshed in the world. You and I have to set aside our difference and be friends." Yeah... it'd go something like that...