damn....
I used to avoid LiveJournal because I felt it was too much like online voyeurism, and any freak with access to the local library could peep into your life. That revulsion was dispelled when I read some of my friends' journals, but the reason remained.
Then I created my own account, and I promised myself that I would not fall prey to the same exhibitionism that everyone else used it for, and here, on this third entry, I have already violated that and esposed myself before the world with a digital timetable of my day.
Now I tell myself that I can afford to indulge every once in a while and write a serious entry as long as I do no write in earnest consistently.
One by one my morals are being laid to waste, and with them all of my convictions. Soon I shall have none left. I have the urge to go to American Eagle and try on turtlenecks.
Then I created my own account, and I promised myself that I would not fall prey to the same exhibitionism that everyone else used it for, and here, on this third entry, I have already violated that and esposed myself before the world with a digital timetable of my day.
Now I tell myself that I can afford to indulge every once in a while and write a serious entry as long as I do no write in earnest consistently.
One by one my morals are being laid to waste, and with them all of my convictions. Soon I shall have none left. I have the urge to go to American Eagle and try on turtlenecks.