first xanga, now..

Those were the days. I was a freshman at JBU and my roommate introduced me to Xanga. Here, I found a quasi-anonymous way to rant and rave about absolutely nothing. I blabbed on and on as if all of my Friends actually read what I wrote or, *gasp*, actually cared that I had spent my afternoon watching Sex and the City (TBS style no doubt) and painting my nails. Of course they didn't. I know this because I did not care about what they had to say. Well, maybe I did. Yeah, I did. Perhaps it was not so much of a caring thing as a nosy thing.

I pressured my then boyfriend to create a Xanga account along with me. How else were we to maintain a half-sane long distance relationship? I needed every form of communication to be wide open. He managed to put a picture of Captain America up and copy and paste Hootie lyrics for about three months.

I like writing. But I have perpetual writers block. I also begin sentences with But. I digress.

My favorite show is on. Chelsea Lately. A terrible guilty pleasure that I indulge myself in every night. Oops.