I’m bringing sexy back…
So when Heather and I get together, crazy things happen. Crazy things like reminiscing about old times, and deciding to bring back things that make us feel young again, so we don’t have to face the fact that we are in our early 20s, and supposed to be adults now.
Enter the fountain of youth that is livejournal. Or LJ, as we so affectionately call it. There is no better way to document your life, good or bad, than to publish it on the internet for all to see. Here’s hoping Heather remembers how to change the backgrounds on this.
Lessons livejournal has taught us:
• When you make a catty post, no matter how cleverly you cover up the true subject of the post, they will find out. Every time.
• When you post something that you think is funny, looking back on it a year later you forget why it was funny. Maybe that is because the code words that you used no longer make sense.
• That heartbreaking moment that happened a year ago, that you had to make a post about? 5 bucks says you may have to sit down for a good 5 minutes, drink in hand, to remember the name of the guy who broke your heart and caused your best friend to rack up her long distance minutes.
• If you can’t say something to someone’s face, it is much easier to post it for the world to see, and wait until they confront you about it. Then you get to act all surprised, and say “I never meant for you to find out.”
• There is no better way to make yourself feel smart than to use a thesaurus and post something incredibly deep and meaningful, and have your ingenuity validated through the comments of your friends list.
• There is no better way to stalk someone than to read through every livejournal posting they have ever made, and glean an insider’s look into their lives. Not even facebook is that good.
• Heather and I really had no lives outside of each other. We each managed to work each other into each post in one way or another. And if our names were not there, a comment from us was.
• Heather and I really can’t seem to live without each other.
Alright Ner. I did it. I started the re-birth of LJ. Your move, holy man.
PS picking the music is the most fun part of the whole process.
Enter the fountain of youth that is livejournal. Or LJ, as we so affectionately call it. There is no better way to document your life, good or bad, than to publish it on the internet for all to see. Here’s hoping Heather remembers how to change the backgrounds on this.
Lessons livejournal has taught us:
• When you make a catty post, no matter how cleverly you cover up the true subject of the post, they will find out. Every time.
• When you post something that you think is funny, looking back on it a year later you forget why it was funny. Maybe that is because the code words that you used no longer make sense.
• That heartbreaking moment that happened a year ago, that you had to make a post about? 5 bucks says you may have to sit down for a good 5 minutes, drink in hand, to remember the name of the guy who broke your heart and caused your best friend to rack up her long distance minutes.
• If you can’t say something to someone’s face, it is much easier to post it for the world to see, and wait until they confront you about it. Then you get to act all surprised, and say “I never meant for you to find out.”
• There is no better way to make yourself feel smart than to use a thesaurus and post something incredibly deep and meaningful, and have your ingenuity validated through the comments of your friends list.
• There is no better way to stalk someone than to read through every livejournal posting they have ever made, and glean an insider’s look into their lives. Not even facebook is that good.
• Heather and I really had no lives outside of each other. We each managed to work each other into each post in one way or another. And if our names were not there, a comment from us was.
• Heather and I really can’t seem to live without each other.
Alright Ner. I did it. I started the re-birth of LJ. Your move, holy man.
PS picking the music is the most fun part of the whole process.