Once upon a time I woke up and found messages from my arch nemesis,
queenkatieett, on my computer that said something to the effect of "Sheesh. Just make your journal 'Friends Only' already."
I tend to do what she tells me, because it makes her feel like she has some sort of power over me. That makes her feel better about herself, and I'm a huge fan of helping people to happiness through lies.
Unfortunately, for all of those people who lurk around reading my journal in order to bring themselves joy by being just a little bit closer to my awesomeness, I am now "Friends Only." I know, I know. It's devastating. If you ask nicely I may include you in the lucky throng who count themselves as, well, lucky.
And, like any good writer (and by "good" I mean "delusional"), here's a testimonial from
foomanchu07:
"I'm not sure what the exact definition of a 'great American novel' is, but I'm pretty sure that if it includes the words 'internet' and 'log', then
cntr_of_atntion's ambitious, inventive, thrilling live
journal is one."