My letter
30 January 2004-5:31 p.m.
Dear diaryland diary,
You'd think I'd be better at updating you but I fear the livejournal love is taking over my life. It's not that I don't still love you little diaryland. It's the comments on lj. Well that and the plethora of harry potter. And the spell check. Ah yes how I love the spell check. Oh and user icons. For some reason the ability to have a little tiny picture represent me to the rest of the world is fantastic. Especially when you can mix things up and be all crazy and have up to 50 different little pictures! I mean that's just crazy.
So in an attempt to make up to you oh dear diaryland I will try to write in here more often. Especially since someone informed me that LJ has now been blocked from her work. Oh the humanity!! We wouldn't want her bored. After all, dear diaryland, you were my first. You shall always have a special place in my heart. I was here when you wouldn't let me update because the servers were too full. That was a good time. Oh and when you eat my entries. I love that. It makes me laugh like nothing else.
I do still read all my diaryland friends. I would never abandon them. Where else would I learn which democratic candidate is teh hot? That's important to know. (Thanks RedDirtGirl.) And I'll always want to know what's new and hip in Romania.
As for now I must go and clean up my area. I long to go take a shower and a nap. Instead I will take a shower and then hurry off to the theatre. Bedroom Farce opens tonight and I have yet to get to bed before one any night this week. It's beginning to get to me.
Tomorrow I must clean. What with two of us in shows that opened this week, and the last one of us just being lazy *smile* the hose is beyond the place where even I can stand it. It must be cleaned. Kitsune mentioned getting someone to come in and clean her house and I found myself thinking "damn I want to do that, just this once. I wonder how much it costs?" *feels the jealousy* This cleaning thing has taken on a bit more importance since the new roomies parents are coming on Sunday and we would like them to not think we live in squalor,even though we do.