The End.
On third thought...
I'm abandoning LJ instead.
I know, I cheat on one, then on the other... and then wind up leaving the better of the two weavils.
LJ is hurt, but it has its heart on the wrong side of its anatomy anyway, so pain is right.
Of course this does not mean I'm done with LJ.
The schizojamies journal was getting on my nerves. I've diagnosed Jamie. She's been treated. It's time to move on.
I've never been schizophrenic, though I tried my best.
Besides, who in their right mind would marry a messed-up psychotic suicidal nutcase like I have so much fun pretending to be?
That's why I'm a psych major... If messed-up psychotic suicidal nutcases ever get married in bulk, it will be because I fixed them up. Or I played matchmaker amongst them.
But I digress.
I'm now lilumeservy.
New scheme proposed for our blogging purposes...
Lilu - Record of life lessons, spiritual thoughts, worldly complaints, all the stuff that demands higher brain processes than Myspace. (This parallels Michael's Knighted Dawn)
Decant - Once in a blue moment, I produce real writing. (Michael equivalent: Jade Knight)
Trash - Quiz results, silly quotes, other irrelevant things that don't deserve LJ status or any other cyberspace. (Michael uses his old LJ for this because he won't submit to Myspace.)
The Season - Our log of events that are of special significance to us (i.e., anniversary dates), the type of stuff you shouldn't read when depressed about your own relationships.
The Rhubarb - I have joined the boys in providing Reno's Finest News source and am prepared to satirize. I may one day start my own column, but that is yet another life away. Like, I'll think about it if I ever get out of my degree in twelve pieces.
And those are all the ways you can find me on blogging sites. I can't think of any other reason I would ever blog, so we'll rest there for now.