It’s days like these I wish more people would offer to contribute to this page…

Remember Livejournal? I mean, you had one right? And if you didn’t, you had a Geocities website or a Tripod website or a Fortunecity website where you wrote about the events of your life, right? Well, I think I had all of those. I had a Geocities page that contained a transcription of my family history as delivered by two drunk uncles at a religious gathering, a series of inside jokes and quotes for friends to read, and a short story about hunting a yeti (complete with pictures of a naked yeti who had the biggest dick MSPaint would allow me to draw). I had a Fortunecity page dedicated to one of my first bands (the page is still up, but I will not link to it out of sheer embarrassment), and a Tripod page about AIM etiquette (which is still up, and once received 20,000 visitors in a week thanks to a nice link from CollegeHumor.com). I also had my Livejournal.

The Livejournal, which is now inactive (and deleted from all the Internet, hopefully), was basically a place for me to write down random thoughts when I was really, really, really trashed. I think I fancied myself a young Thomas deQuincy, Aldous Huxley, or Baudelaire, but with less insight into the psyche, and a penchant for spending eight paragraphs talking about a cheeseburger. In any event, it elicited many comments from friends that expressed pity, and often sounded like a goofy online intervention. When I told Zoya today that I had officially run out of ideas for this site (after 837 entries), she said I should take the occasional “stroll down Livejournal lane” when tapped for ideas, and to tell you the truth, it’ll probably be more interesting than anything else I could think of to write about on such days. According to her, including things like IM transcripts or old journal entries in a blog post is all the rage these days. So now, with a sparkly-clean, sound mind (that can only come from sobriety) I’m ready to glance over my old missives. Here is a brief, whimsical, and quite tame entry of which I’m definitely not proud:

5-14-05 @ 2:02am “i”
i am so fucking fried right now. i was playing this game where i take bong rips upstairs in a closet, and then trying to run downstairs and into the living room in time to blow smoke in the girl’s face. I never made it. I kept choking as I flew down the stairs. Here’s an idea:

ilya: http://gd.times.lv/post.htm this shits from lithuania
evan: nice!
evan: what shirt?
evan: ???
evan: WHAT SHIRT?
ilya: SHIT
ilya: the website
ilya: not a SHIRT you dumbass
ilya: you need to sober up

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