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Apr. 21st, 2003 01:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempSo this past Friday was my two-year anniversary on LJ. It's only appropriate that I'm writing an entry commemorating this two days late, as anyone who knows me at all knows that ninety percent of my interactions with people begin with some variation on the "Sorry I'm late! It's only mostly my fault!" theme.
Anyway. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted a journal I could keep on my computer, just like Doogie Howser. I always thought that was just the COOLEST. I so totally wanted a sweet computer and a genius IQ and the ability to write succinct, meaningful journal entries that encapsulated whatever new lesson about the complexities of the human condition I'd recently learned. Flash-forward a decade to yours truly discovering LiveJournal, and two years later here I am. Two whole years! That's craziness.
I have had so much fun with this thing. And most of that fun comes from the truly excellent people on my friends list, and the kind people who have commented in my journal, and the Real Life people who have stumbled upon this journal and discovered my creepy JC obsession and have refrained from mentioning it to my face. You are all quite fabulous.
And so, you know, I'm no Doogie. My entries are mostly meaningless and long-winded, and my computer freezes up and crash for no good reason every third day, and my IQ never really reached genius heights and seems to be dropping precipitously with every passing day at my boring job, but you know what? Doogie never had mad cool people like those on my friends list commenting on his entries and posting interesting, thought-provoking, and funny things for him to read. Nor did he have JC or Lionel Richie icons. Not to mention the fact that Doogie himself was fictional. I've so made out better!
Anyway. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted a journal I could keep on my computer, just like Doogie Howser. I always thought that was just the COOLEST. I so totally wanted a sweet computer and a genius IQ and the ability to write succinct, meaningful journal entries that encapsulated whatever new lesson about the complexities of the human condition I'd recently learned. Flash-forward a decade to yours truly discovering LiveJournal, and two years later here I am. Two whole years! That's craziness.
I have had so much fun with this thing. And most of that fun comes from the truly excellent people on my friends list, and the kind people who have commented in my journal, and the Real Life people who have stumbled upon this journal and discovered my creepy JC obsession and have refrained from mentioning it to my face. You are all quite fabulous.
And so, you know, I'm no Doogie. My entries are mostly meaningless and long-winded, and my computer freezes up and crash for no good reason every third day, and my IQ never really reached genius heights and seems to be dropping precipitously with every passing day at my boring job, but you know what? Doogie never had mad cool people like those on my friends list commenting on his entries and posting interesting, thought-provoking, and funny things for him to read. Nor did he have JC or Lionel Richie icons. Not to mention the fact that Doogie himself was fictional. I've so made out better!
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hee!
Date: 2003-04-20 10:17 pm (UTC)Thanks for two years of making me laugh, Jess. You never fail to lighten my mood and put a smile on my face.
Hugs,
N.
Re: hee!
Date: 2003-04-21 09:42 pm (UTC)Thanks for two years of making me laugh, Jess. You never fail to lighten my mood and put a smile on my face.
Aw, thank you so much, N.! And not just for the lovely sentiments expressed above (I do appreciate them, don't you doubt it! Serious warm fuzzies.). Thank you so much for being such a kind, considerate, and supportive friend. So often when I've been down and depressed or directionless and it spilled over into this LJ, you responded with a kind word. I appreciate that more than you know.