| New Year, New Stuff |
[Dec. 28th, 2006|01:17 pm]
Raphbearish
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First, a tangent: I still love my day shifts. I would've never gotten to eat a slice of chocolate raspberry cake on midnights but I had a couple of slices yesterday because it was brought in by someone available in the afternoon. Woot.
Okay. So with the upcoming new year, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I don't really do resolutions, because I suck at them, and can never seem to keep them.
No, this year, no resolutions. Instead, some big changes. I don't know what I'll be doing with this journal, honestly. I haven't been keeping up with it much because there's just not a lot of super-awesomely cool stuff going on in my life, short of daily conversations with  marchreaver which are always a lift in my spirits and super-awesomely cool.
Eventually, I'm going to phaze this journal out. I won't remove myself from Livejournal, because I find it to be rather theraputic and I've met far too many nice people through this medium that I'd have never met anywhere else. It's been invaluable. Merely, the journal raphbearish will slowly fade into non-existence and I'll delete it. Part of it is the name is something I feel I've grown out of. The other part is a need to really clean out the friends list. I've got numerous people who I've no idea where they came from, never commented once in my journal to say where they came from and in exploring their profiles, I can make out NO connection.
I also realize that I haven't commented a whole lot in other people's journals lately, though I do find many of you an interesting read and am genuinely interested in reading your entries.
So here's the big change. Right now, if you know/feel like you've been uninterested in my journal, don't read my entries, generally find me a huge bore and waste of online bytes, now's your chance to unfriend me with no backlash, no hate, no hard feelings. You don't need to leave a comment why, either, though feel free to do so if you think you must. I won't hound/stalk you down and be all "OMG, you motherfucker! You defriended me!" and go psycho on your ass. I won't be emo about it and post a journal with a big picture of a black trail of mascara on my face as my tears smugde my make-up. Though that'd be HIGHLY amusing.
At the same time, if you do read my entries, that's great, and I thank you for all the comments in the past and look forward to seeing more in the future - though they'll be on a new journal.
Now I'm hungry, and I go in search of food. Precious food. |
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