Hello... is there any body out there?
It's been like a year since I updated. That's a first.
Sorry to neglect you, Live Journal. I really regret not chronicling the past year or so of my life like I should have. A lot of very awesome things have been happening... And I've left you out of them all.
I suppose the one who really got hurt here is me. Damn you, Kristin, Damn you for not journaling.
Between Pandora, Facebook, Myspace, and YouTube, you got lost somewhere along the way after 7 faithful years. Facebook is SO much more addictive than Myspace, by the way, and I don't know why. It doesn't have personalized profiles, a music section, or a blogging tool. Note's suck. And I don't even like applications. I suspect foul play. They must know people who know people who are in a major motion picture now entitled, "The Social Network."
Texts From Last Night is a really fucking great idea. I could read that crazy shit all damn day.
And you're exactly how I remembered you, without super fancy upgrades. It's nice not logging in after awhile and having to learn how to use the site again because it's-just-been-that-damn-long.
I wonder if I still remember how to do an lj-cut without looking at the FAQ?
...
I wish Anna was still here.
That's why it hurts to come here, I think.
It makes me think about her.
I read her journal again the other night.
It made me think about other things.
I wish everyone still wrote like they used to.
You must get lonely.
I need some new friends.
(Seriously, I only have 33. I only trust people I know in real life.)
Maybe I should join some writing communities.
I've been itching to write.
That's when I remembered you.
You've always been there.
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"Don't think about all those things you feel. Just be glad to be here."
Sorry to neglect you, Live Journal. I really regret not chronicling the past year or so of my life like I should have. A lot of very awesome things have been happening... And I've left you out of them all.
I suppose the one who really got hurt here is me. Damn you, Kristin, Damn you for not journaling.
Between Pandora, Facebook, Myspace, and YouTube, you got lost somewhere along the way after 7 faithful years. Facebook is SO much more addictive than Myspace, by the way, and I don't know why. It doesn't have personalized profiles, a music section, or a blogging tool. Note's suck. And I don't even like applications. I suspect foul play. They must know people who know people who are in a major motion picture now entitled, "The Social Network."
Texts From Last Night is a really fucking great idea. I could read that crazy shit all damn day.
And you're exactly how I remembered you, without super fancy upgrades. It's nice not logging in after awhile and having to learn how to use the site again because it's-just-been-that-damn-long.
I wonder if I still remember how to do an lj-cut without looking at the FAQ?
...
I wish Anna was still here.
That's why it hurts to come here, I think.
It makes me think about her.
I read her journal again the other night.
It made me think about other things.
I wish everyone still wrote like they used to.
You must get lonely.
I need some new friends.
(Seriously, I only have 33. I only trust people I know in real life.)
Maybe I should join some writing communities.
I've been itching to write.
That's when I remembered you.
You've always been there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't think about all those things you feel. Just be glad to be here."