How is LiveJournal still a thing?!
Well, internet world. Look at this crazy rabbit hole of old memories! Recently, (yesterday, actually) Heather and I were talking about some TV show, and how one of my LiveJournal friends reminded her of one of the characters. Mind you, this LiveJournal friend of mine is someone that I had supposedly talked to for a large amount of my time back in the good ol' days of like 2004. Unfortunately, I did not even kind of remember this person, so that shot us right down the rabbit hole we are in now. That being said, I am so glad I don't have to drink any weird potions to climb back out into reality. BECAUSE I WAS A FREAKING NUT.
I mean, sure, we all were real weird with our angsty teenage years, but holy cow, I probably needed some serious counseling. I write this post just in case any of you happen to fall down the same trap, because you need to know that I grew up. A. Lot.
The first improvement, happily, is my grammar! Not only has that improved, but turns out you can get paid to teach other angsty teenagers how to grammar correctly as well?! Who knew?!
Secondly, and probably my most proud achievement here, is that I have matured well past those sad, teenage years. I'm sure you assumed that would happen eventually, but your prayers for that arrival have been answered. Fortunately, I am a well functioning adult most days. I own my own home, have a good job (see improvement #1), and have realized I need to make better choices in the man department. I have the most happy divorce anyone could ask for. Really, though. Divorce was a moving moment of growth for me. No longer do I write strange poetry about wanting death to take me away. Again, therapy much old Jerica? Of course, I am dating someone that I real love, and breaking up with that person would send me to some dark place, but we can't change completely - right?
Now, not everything has changed. And that's a good thing. I present to you: my friendship with Heather. Though it did go through a rough patch, I happily announce that things are the way they should be. Sorry Slice, I have no idea who you are. To be fair, we aren't friends on LJ anymore, so it doesn't look like you'll read this. Apparently I slapped you once. I would apologize, but maybe you deserved it! I don't know, because I don't remember. If you deserved it - well then, you go, young Jerica! If not, my bad dude. Sorry you befriended a weirdo. Though, I did read that you were older, so what the hell were you doing talking for hours with a 17 year old!?
Alright my friends. There is a happy update in case you befriend some strange rabbit like we did. Hopefully it's on the way to some relaxing hot springs, like ours was.
I mean, sure, we all were real weird with our angsty teenage years, but holy cow, I probably needed some serious counseling. I write this post just in case any of you happen to fall down the same trap, because you need to know that I grew up. A. Lot.
The first improvement, happily, is my grammar! Not only has that improved, but turns out you can get paid to teach other angsty teenagers how to grammar correctly as well?! Who knew?!
Secondly, and probably my most proud achievement here, is that I have matured well past those sad, teenage years. I'm sure you assumed that would happen eventually, but your prayers for that arrival have been answered. Fortunately, I am a well functioning adult most days. I own my own home, have a good job (see improvement #1), and have realized I need to make better choices in the man department. I have the most happy divorce anyone could ask for. Really, though. Divorce was a moving moment of growth for me. No longer do I write strange poetry about wanting death to take me away. Again, therapy much old Jerica? Of course, I am dating someone that I real love, and breaking up with that person would send me to some dark place, but we can't change completely - right?
Now, not everything has changed. And that's a good thing. I present to you: my friendship with Heather. Though it did go through a rough patch, I happily announce that things are the way they should be. Sorry Slice, I have no idea who you are. To be fair, we aren't friends on LJ anymore, so it doesn't look like you'll read this. Apparently I slapped you once. I would apologize, but maybe you deserved it! I don't know, because I don't remember. If you deserved it - well then, you go, young Jerica! If not, my bad dude. Sorry you befriended a weirdo. Though, I did read that you were older, so what the hell were you doing talking for hours with a 17 year old!?
Alright my friends. There is a happy update in case you befriend some strange rabbit like we did. Hopefully it's on the way to some relaxing hot springs, like ours was.