Aint this something
holy crap i remembered my LJ password. this is surreal. its an adventure wading through the whiny posts about girls and mediocre poetry. but part of me really likes to look back at a raw impression of how i used to be, think, feel and express myself.
it was a critical device for the years i used it. i really have no interest now in keeping it updated constantly. but hey, memory lane is always nice for a few minutes.
it was a critical device for the years i used it. i really have no interest now in keeping it updated constantly. but hey, memory lane is always nice for a few minutes.