Imported

Oh yes, all the best things in life are imported. Why drink Miller Lite when you can have a delicious Belgian or German hefeweizen? Why settle for Hershey's when you can lust after Swiss chocolates? Would you really even attempt to drink American-made saké? Please say no. There is no other answer but no.

I am a blogwhore. No, not really. But I've had my fair share of Livejournals, Deadjournals, Blogspot and MySpaces. It's time to grow up, to settle down and maybe start a blog-family. Be responsible for once. And this place is my new home. In light of that, I'm going to be importing some of my better blogs with their appropriate dates, in chronological order. This gives you, dear reader, the opportunity to get to know me without me having to re-state my reality.

And also, it's imported, so it's got to be better, right?