For continuity’s sake, I figured I should start by linking us to the past. I’ve never kept a diary or a journal. Not really. I guess I never saw the point, or maybe I just wasn’t the type that found any solace in confiding in an inanimate object. Either I keep it to myself, or I confide in someone else… for their reaction… validation… absolution… whatever.
Somewhere along the line, the emotional exhibitionist in me was lured into sharing whatever was going on in the form of a blog on MySpace. But as I mentioned before, “DrySpace” traffic has started to dwindle lately, and now that this blog lives on another site completely, I may get virtually no readers at all. Out of sight, out of mind, and all that. But oh well. In truth I guess it was mainly a diary anyway, albeit public. “Dear Diary, I wore my new party dress tonight, and nobody even noticed!”
Which reminds me, I need to come up with something clever to call this thing. I’m tempted to use “Dear Diary.” Or maybe something with those hater Muppet Show critics, since I seem to bitch a lot. I dunno, something will come to me. In the meantime, it remains simply “Soapboxing,” in deference to the original name of my old MySpace blog. And shit, the whole point of this entry (which has gotten away from me) was to provide the link back to that in case you want to retrace history back to 2004. Because unless and until I find the time to copy/paste all those old MySpace blog entries over here — and I don’t see that happening — that old link will be the only way to see those past few years of musings, and all the wonderful comments you left there. So, yeah, here it is:
OK, enough of all this meta-blogging. Next time, something interesting. I promise. I hope.