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So yes, yesterday way fun.
I was convinced that I slept six hours, until I called a friend who told me that I had sent him a message on his phone at 5.30. So apparently I only slept 5 hours.
Hm. Stupid me.
Anyway, this whole writing entries while coming home drunk reminded me of the time when I still had a diary. I had a diary ever since I can remember, and from 14 to 24, I wrote in it everyday. And I often wrote when I came home from partying. The good thing then was, that I couldn't actually read what I wrote the next day. My handwriting turns into something that would give Daniel trouble when I'm drunk.
LJ isn't that nice. Not only is it perfectly readable, it can also be read by everyone.
Even if I would delete embarrassing entries, someone would have read them. And then I realized that I never delete entries. It would feel so wrong to me. There are a few entries that I made private after I wrote them, but I wouldn't delete them completely. I can't really explain why, but it was the same thing when I was still writing my diary: I couldn't tear out pages or make things unreadable, because it felt wrong to me.
Like I was trying to wipe out a part of my life, and I knew that couldn't be done.
Now, yesterdays entry wasn't all that embarrassing. I think I left a comment somewhere about a Mulder look-a-like, but I can't remember where.
Why don't I ever talk to the goodlooking people? Instead I meet people from highschool! But it was so funny! My belly actually hurt because I was laughing so much.
What are Mulder-look-a-likes with nice asses against an evening spend truly laughing?
Yep, lots of fun, and I really needed that after all the stuff with the ex that went on in the last weeks. But that's a whole different story, and I won't go into it now.
I think I'll go and watch some Stargate. Yep, sounds like a great idea. :-)
I was convinced that I slept six hours, until I called a friend who told me that I had sent him a message on his phone at 5.30. So apparently I only slept 5 hours.
Hm. Stupid me.
Anyway, this whole writing entries while coming home drunk reminded me of the time when I still had a diary. I had a diary ever since I can remember, and from 14 to 24, I wrote in it everyday. And I often wrote when I came home from partying. The good thing then was, that I couldn't actually read what I wrote the next day. My handwriting turns into something that would give Daniel trouble when I'm drunk.
LJ isn't that nice. Not only is it perfectly readable, it can also be read by everyone.
Even if I would delete embarrassing entries, someone would have read them. And then I realized that I never delete entries. It would feel so wrong to me. There are a few entries that I made private after I wrote them, but I wouldn't delete them completely. I can't really explain why, but it was the same thing when I was still writing my diary: I couldn't tear out pages or make things unreadable, because it felt wrong to me.
Like I was trying to wipe out a part of my life, and I knew that couldn't be done.
Now, yesterdays entry wasn't all that embarrassing. I think I left a comment somewhere about a Mulder look-a-like, but I can't remember where.
Why don't I ever talk to the goodlooking people? Instead I meet people from highschool! But it was so funny! My belly actually hurt because I was laughing so much.
What are Mulder-look-a-likes with nice asses against an evening spend truly laughing?
Yep, lots of fun, and I really needed that after all the stuff with the ex that went on in the last weeks. But that's a whole different story, and I won't go into it now.
I think I'll go and watch some Stargate. Yep, sounds like a great idea. :-)
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