Like a Ping Pong Ball
Well, happy birthday livejournal. You are ten years old. I have been writing in you for ... over 8 years now. Damn. That is a long ass time! I feel like you are a child of mine.
Pretty cool about the paid advertising stuff. Good call on Livejournal's part too, makes me actually want to pay for my account. If I had more followers, I would totally do it.
Ugh! But that god I don't. What a rut I am back into.
Maybe we should just throw in the towel. I feel we are back to being on each other's case, and things are more difficult than easy. Chalk it up to fate. A new job in a new city. Leave me alone. I could easily block him from my list of contacts and pretend like hte demise never happened. Just sit and idealize like I idealize Aaron.
Boo.
I am sad. I am going to stop writing. I hate how sadness makes me lazy. I have so much to accomplish, and now no drive to do it.
Screw you!
Pretty cool about the paid advertising stuff. Good call on Livejournal's part too, makes me actually want to pay for my account. If I had more followers, I would totally do it.
Ugh! But that god I don't. What a rut I am back into.
Maybe we should just throw in the towel. I feel we are back to being on each other's case, and things are more difficult than easy. Chalk it up to fate. A new job in a new city. Leave me alone. I could easily block him from my list of contacts and pretend like hte demise never happened. Just sit and idealize like I idealize Aaron.
Boo.
I am sad. I am going to stop writing. I hate how sadness makes me lazy. I have so much to accomplish, and now no drive to do it.
Screw you!