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By the way, I'm surprised I haven't brought this up yet but it's amazing that Livejournal is still in business. (And unlike Myspace they're doing it without the benefit of a sad $20 million ad campaign fronted by Skateboard P.) Presumably it's ohnotheydidnt and a legion of fringe weirdos in their fifties mostly responsible for the site's present viability. Every time I log on I feel like I should listen to Incubus and look up information on Ask Jeeves. Here, the spirit of Hotmail lives on.
When I put up a post -- which I've been doing lately with alarming frequency -- I'm staking claim to a simpler time, one in which I know for sure what my Livejournal password is. In reality I got lucky after two tries. Otherwise, I would have probably quit and signed up for Twitter instead, where I'd publish nothing but second-rate Jack Handey-inspired jokes while harassing professional athletes and the corporate accounts of El Pollo Loco and the like. Wait that sounds a lot better than this fucking place.
When I put up a post -- which I've been doing lately with alarming frequency -- I'm staking claim to a simpler time, one in which I know for sure what my Livejournal password is. In reality I got lucky after two tries. Otherwise, I would have probably quit and signed up for Twitter instead, where I'd publish nothing but second-rate Jack Handey-inspired jokes while harassing professional athletes and the corporate accounts of El Pollo Loco and the like. Wait that sounds a lot better than this fucking place.