Mar 23, 2018 02:27
Updating LJ now is like walking into a favorite bar years after a seemingly insignificant event caused everyone to leave & never come back. I can still hear the music, but the jukebox is broken.
One of my dearest LJ friends - and, 12 years ago, almost my wife - Sarah recently asked me to poke around in her old entries b/c she couldn't remember the login information for the e-mail she used to set up the acct. I readily agreed, mostly b/c I was drunk & she was high & it seemed like it would be fun. A little trip down memory lane. A few minutes into this little trip I realized how incredibly intimate it is to read someone else's journal. I used to take it for granted. People poured their hearts out here on a daily basis and I hardly ever commented. Seriously. My ratio of comments received to posted is embarrassing. I was such a jackass.
Anywho. I'm coming back. I've probably said that before. It's for realsies this time. I need to find a way to preserve my old entries before the site inevitably gets taken down & I could use a place to vent. Maybe it's a good thing that everyone is gone. I can just come here and scream into the void.
I haven't forgotten abt the voting post. I'll have that up tomorrow. Fuck. It's already tomorrow. Okay. Lunch time. I'll have it up in 10 hours.