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Or, The Airing of the Grievances
OK. At least four people on my friends-list have had this coming for a while, so don't you all go thinking I'm talking about Matt. Here is the deal. If you keep a LiveJournal, and then you fall in love, and that love is requited, that warrants a post. A real post. Not three weeks of working it in sideways through cryptic sorta-kinda mentions that nobody but you and your new cutie will understand. Not just starting to talk about it like it's old news and everybody knows what you're on about. Not maintaining complete radio silence. Try to see it from my point of view. You post about games I'm never going to get to play in. You post when your world is crashing down around your ears. You post about what you might possibly like to have for lunch, or about the last ten songs on your iPod, or about how many words you wrote last night on Sekrit NaNoMo Projekt Q. When something good happens—when the best possible thing happens!—when love blooms!!—do me a favor, and justify the existence of LiveJournal by tapping out the news. Love warrants a post!
( Frank Costanza: I've got a lot of things I want to get off my chest! )
OK. At least four people on my friends-list have had this coming for a while, so don't you all go thinking I'm talking about Matt. Here is the deal. If you keep a LiveJournal, and then you fall in love, and that love is requited, that warrants a post. A real post. Not three weeks of working it in sideways through cryptic sorta-kinda mentions that nobody but you and your new cutie will understand. Not just starting to talk about it like it's old news and everybody knows what you're on about. Not maintaining complete radio silence. Try to see it from my point of view. You post about games I'm never going to get to play in. You post when your world is crashing down around your ears. You post about what you might possibly like to have for lunch, or about the last ten songs on your iPod, or about how many words you wrote last night on Sekrit NaNoMo Projekt Q. When something good happens—when the best possible thing happens!—when love blooms!!—do me a favor, and justify the existence of LiveJournal by tapping out the news. Love warrants a post!
( Frank Costanza: I've got a lot of things I want to get off my chest! )
