A Confession
Okay, so this LiveJournal thing basically spits upon the very notion of what a journal is supposed to be; that’s why so many journals come with locks, not being meant for the public’s dinner plate eyes. But anyway, I’m using this fucker as an excuse to write. Yes, that’s correct: I’m a narcissistic bastard who needs an audience--or at least, needs to think there is an audience--in order for the desire to write to spring up. Hopefully this experiment will work.