The fever and the cramps have begun...
...bringing an end to an uneventful weekend. Object of Crush was not at Happy Hour again. Silly boy went to see Freddy vs Jason. David says he's sure he'll be out next week. I suppose in the meantime there's always stalking. I mean, he does live in my neighborhood and from our conversations I'm pretty certain what building he lives in. And the building just happens to be a place I would need to walk by if I were to go get a sub at my favorite place. Hmm, perhaps I'm feeling a bit peckish. Anyway, there were only 6 of us at Happy Hour. We did crossword puzzles - that should give you a clue as to what a rowdy bunch we were.
Saturday served to demonstrate why there are days when I should not be allowed out of the house. People were irritating the crap out of me. The new Best Buy seems designed primarily to overwhelm and confuse. The answering machine I purchased there sucks. And at Bed,Bath,& Beyond, when the item I was going to buy turned out to be half the size I thought it was, I found myself impulse-purchasing some sheets. But I swear on all that is holy I couldn't not buy them as they are without a doubt the softest sheets I've ever owned. They're so soft that the first night they were on the bed I dreamed about touching soft things. For those who may wish to confirm my claims of softness, they're from the company Pure Beech and they're made of modal - a natural fiber from beech trees. As for the rest of the weekend, errands were run, laundry washed, and the angry-making movie Sweet Home Alabama was watched and yelled at.
So, I've been thinking about how there might be people out there reading my journal who are not on my friends list and to whom I have not specifically given my LJ name so they could keep up with me. Which leads me to thinking how easy it is to connect the dots and trace the online life of a person. So what should a person like me do? Should I be more paranoid and try to cover my tracks? Should I make all my posts friends-only thereby negating the possibility that someone fun and interesting who should be on my friends-list would stumble across my journal maybe by friends/friends or a common interest search? Fuck that. Seriously. This is MY JOURNAL which I use to write about my life and communicate with MY FRIENDS. So what if someone comes along, reads it and thinks I'm a lame or horrible person - I only hope that
Saturday served to demonstrate why there are days when I should not be allowed out of the house. People were irritating the crap out of me. The new Best Buy seems designed primarily to overwhelm and confuse. The answering machine I purchased there sucks. And at Bed,Bath,& Beyond, when the item I was going to buy turned out to be half the size I thought it was, I found myself impulse-purchasing some sheets. But I swear on all that is holy I couldn't not buy them as they are without a doubt the softest sheets I've ever owned. They're so soft that the first night they were on the bed I dreamed about touching soft things. For those who may wish to confirm my claims of softness, they're from the company Pure Beech and they're made of modal - a natural fiber from beech trees. As for the rest of the weekend, errands were run, laundry washed, and the angry-making movie Sweet Home Alabama was watched and yelled at.
So, I've been thinking about how there might be people out there reading my journal who are not on my friends list and to whom I have not specifically given my LJ name so they could keep up with me. Which leads me to thinking how easy it is to connect the dots and trace the online life of a person. So what should a person like me do? Should I be more paranoid and try to cover my tracks? Should I make all my posts friends-only thereby negating the possibility that someone fun and interesting who should be on my friends-list would stumble across my journal maybe by friends/friends or a common interest search? Fuck that. Seriously. This is MY JOURNAL which I use to write about my life and communicate with MY FRIENDS. So what if someone comes along, reads it and thinks I'm a lame or horrible person - I only hope that