I miss this place...
Livejournal! Oh how I've missed you! You are like a nice pair of wool socks on a cold day. And to think it's been abandoned! Forsaken!For something so awful.Something so sterile.It is as if the Romans turned their collective back on the wondrous beauty of Rome to reside in Plano, Texas.
Reading past entries I am shocked about how wonderful some of these post can be. I am not that person anymore. That person was interesting and slightly charming.I'm charmed by this past online persona. What happened to this person? What did that person have that I don't have now? Hmm...I think it boils down to pretense. I had a healthy appreciation of pretense or keeping up appearances back then... This is what makes life truly worth living. Well, not actually..That's such an inadequete cliche..Pretense make life more appealing, interesting, retrospectively speaking, maybe even at the time. I don't really recall... If it werent for that, pretense that is, people would still be wallowing around in mud and snuggies. Also that person, the old me as seen on the internet, had a job...
"and talk of sports and makes of cars
in various bogus Tudor bars
And daren't look up and see the stars
But belch instead
In labor saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails...."
Reading past entries I am shocked about how wonderful some of these post can be. I am not that person anymore. That person was interesting and slightly charming.I'm charmed by this past online persona. What happened to this person? What did that person have that I don't have now? Hmm...I think it boils down to pretense. I had a healthy appreciation of pretense or keeping up appearances back then... This is what makes life truly worth living. Well, not actually..That's such an inadequete cliche..Pretense make life more appealing, interesting, retrospectively speaking, maybe even at the time. I don't really recall... If it werent for that, pretense that is, people would still be wallowing around in mud and snuggies. Also that person, the old me as seen on the internet, had a job...
"and talk of sports and makes of cars
in various bogus Tudor bars
And daren't look up and see the stars
But belch instead
In labor saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails...."