Peer pressure works. Seriously. Only a few months ago, I wrote an intense love letter to my darling Live Journal, thanking it for being so kind and faithful, and look where I am now...cavorting with another blog, playfully adjusting colors and fonts and tickling the keys in an entirely new way. Awful. What if my other journal finds out? This may just be too much pressure. Live Journal cradles my terrible high school poetry and endless lists and tedious postings of e.e. cummings' poetry.
Anyway, if you have not yet seen the often ignored, now replaced journal of which I speak, pop over to Sabrinaseyes for a little laugh.
