damarie complained when we first got together, and she read my livejournal end-to-start, that she knew next to nothing about my relationships before her from it, because I never wrote anything while I was in a relationship. This is still true. When I'm happy, I journal less. I suppose it's one of my coping skills.
Anyways, because Livejournal is the journal I've kept the longest, I'm surprised this didn't happen earlier. Every few years, I will find a journal from several years ago, and read a few entries. It's like a time capsule of my brain. Then I'll write a new entry, and put it away in a place I won't look for a while.
This morning, I found a stack of livejournal comments in a folder I created in GMail, back when the threads didn't do well with livejournal comments. Man, was I emo at the end of '05.
But, here we go, another entry into the journal I just found. Them's the rules.