Some people would write a whole romantic spiel about how they're thankful for all their friends on Bulbagarden and how they enjoy the time they spend here whenever they reach a personal landmark, but I really don't feel like doing that right now. So instead, here's a little bit of me congratulating myself and treating this as a national holiday.
Hooray for pointless self-indulgence!
Updated 15th May 2014 at 10:15 PM by Caprizant
(Note from future self, May 15th, 2014: No matter how many times you proofread, /there/'s always something.)
This is how you can tell I'm bored. Answering this.
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
'I am Dracula. And I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house.
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, What can you touch?
My laptop. (I always hold it far away from me.)
3. Before you started this survey, what were you doing?
Browsing the internet while listening to music.
4. What is the last