Here Goes
Welcome to my livejournal. The Living Journal of Me. Good luck in your quest for Information of Consequence.
For the present, I would recommend you look elsewhere. Somewhere along the line of dealing with my mediocre internet connection (here at my folks' place in Atlanta), having to retype my interests in a chillingly unspontaneous way after aforementioned internet failure, waiting for Jeremy to call, and resisting exhaustion-I'm just not going to be able to provide anything worthwhile. This time around.
I started this journal (a sterile word that offended me in elementary school) out of one-sided-conversation guilt. It's sort of like being one of those sneaky people on Limewire who downloads but doesn't share.
But here I am, so that you may know the mundane details of being me, just as I know and cherish those of being you. Grand.
This evening's observation: Atlanta weather in December is just like Atlanta culture year-round-vaguely depressing, but not awful enough to provoke complaint. Or galoshes-wearing.
I'm going to bed.
For the present, I would recommend you look elsewhere. Somewhere along the line of dealing with my mediocre internet connection (here at my folks' place in Atlanta), having to retype my interests in a chillingly unspontaneous way after aforementioned internet failure, waiting for Jeremy to call, and resisting exhaustion-I'm just not going to be able to provide anything worthwhile. This time around.
I started this journal (a sterile word that offended me in elementary school) out of one-sided-conversation guilt. It's sort of like being one of those sneaky people on Limewire who downloads but doesn't share.
But here I am, so that you may know the mundane details of being me, just as I know and cherish those of being you. Grand.
This evening's observation: Atlanta weather in December is just like Atlanta culture year-round-vaguely depressing, but not awful enough to provoke complaint. Or galoshes-wearing.
I'm going to bed.