May 26, 2010 13:52
Sometimes I think about giving up on Facebook/Twitter/Tumblr/Blogger and returning to my first love, LJ.
Hello, a ghost town, electronic tumbleweeds, obselete, I like to think about the person you were when you typed in this space. 2003 (2002 if we count glitterary)! Young thing, working your way through a degree you never completed and a retail chain. Look at you now, grown up, with your business cards and your board committee meetings, pouring champagne and rubbing elbows at the Gallery's Donor Recognition event last night. There is a strange wash in the air today, I feel really quite young, typing here while I should be working, the exact same mood where instead of shirking my data entry I am shirking prep for the Membership Strategy meeting.
Dear young thing, I think you would be happy over all with everything that's happened. However, nothing much has changed: you are eating an unhealthy late lunch of a chocolate bar with tea, while thinking about romance. Also, the Prairie Dog ran a photo from 2006 in the Cathedral Village Arts Festival Guide and it caused me to briefly forget that I ever dated him or been broken up with him (several times). Young self from the past, remember/anticipate the repercussions of every swoon that lead to self-pity & sulks. Prairie Dog 2010 Cathedral Arts Festival Guide, he is no longer in that band, please run current photos. Get with the times.
Look at the time!