there's plenty of time left tonight
I've succumbed to the fact that my LiveJournal is not going anywhere. I've been (more or less) consistently writing here for the past ten years now. To be funny, to be dramatic, to quote lyrics, to vent, to do whatever I need to do to feel heard (even if I'm the only one listening). Many times, I'm sure, this has kept me sane. At least it's prevented me from punching babies, which is something I threaten to do far more often than, say, someone who has never threatened to punch a baby.
That being said, I upgraded to a paid account. $20/year seems a small price to pay for sanity.
This entry will be a little stunted, as I know I'm going to make it public--which is something I haven't done in months. But I'd like to get back into the habit of writing, writing more frequently, and writing for the pleasure of others as well as myself. Not that I have anything profound to share; but the little things are more fun to bond over, anyway. I can say something abstract about life and love and you can vaguely nod, or I can talk about how I hate Adam Sandler and love Will Ferrell and you can totally agree with me because I'm clearly right and we can walk off into the sunset together, forever friends because we obviously have amazing senses of humor.