I don’t know if it was the wine. I don’t know if it was my blog stats. I don’t know if it was a Facebook post or what that triggered it, but I wondered how my Xanga was–the Xanga I started in 2002.
And oddly enough, I remembered my username and password on the first try. Then OH MY GOD. If you were reading my Facebook posts last night, you know where this is going. That’s right–into a time warp nostalgia crackhead place. Ho. Lee. Shit.
I was so emo! “I’m so depressed.” “I want to be in a mausoleum.” “Why is life so hard?”
…wow.
It was so cool to have a Xanga back in the day. So cool. 🙂 I think of it now as my pre-blog. But Lord…was it terrible. I wrote some terrible poetry. I spelled things the British way. I complained a lot…
Well, here. You can see for yourself.
