First of Many

Hey everyone,

I have finally devoted myself to one method of communicating my thoughts :P If you're remotely interested, feel free to check me out every so often to see my thoughts on stuff, and leave comments on what you think (unless they're hateful, cause then I'll just delete them, but knowing my friends you'll be all good) anyhow, have fun and TTYS All

~Thom

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