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Tagged like Freakin' Wild Kingdom up in here!
Tagged like a New York subway in gang territory!
Tagged like a sale at Sam's Club.
Tagged like the kid with leg braces at recess.
What I'm trying to say is, my journal is tagged.
I'm in the process of going back (still) through old posts and tagging some especially poignant things. Not every single taggable thing, but I think every single tagWORTHY thing. So if you're interested in looking back fondly on my Cat V Dogs debate, the days when I mentioned pot in almost every post, failed therapy attempts, movies I saw three years ago, or my Madstone Adventures featuring My Hot Hot Boss, why it's tagged and ready to be read. Well, I still have to go through 2002, and I will, when I want to.
I can honestly say that my journal has gotten a LOT better over the years. Although it's a rather strange feeling to be looking back over the many years I had a livejournal. Time freakin' flies, that's all I'm saying. I was saying something about when I was in high school and we got a new house. I was thinking, well, that was a few years ago... when in fact, it was 20 years ago. WTF, right?
I also wrote 1000 words of a new chapter that I hope to finish tomorrow. I thought up a great new short story idea. Some of the ideas I think up are in between short stories and novels, like Stephen King's Different Seasons or some such. Are those always called novellas? Or does a novella have a specified word count? Or does it vary by house? I bet it varies, just because novel length varies house to house.
Tomorrow is the birthday party of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mguto75 at which I'm sure I'll get plowed and dance around topless with a lampshade on my head. Or eat barbeque, I haven't decided yet. The important thing is, I'm giving her a cool present that H was kind enough to print for me--even though anyone who saw him printing it would surely think he was gay. ;-]
Tagged like a sale at Sam's Club.
Tagged like the kid with leg braces at recess.
What I'm trying to say is, my journal is tagged.
I'm in the process of going back (still) through old posts and tagging some especially poignant things. Not every single taggable thing, but I think every single tagWORTHY thing. So if you're interested in looking back fondly on my Cat V Dogs debate, the days when I mentioned pot in almost every post, failed therapy attempts, movies I saw three years ago, or my Madstone Adventures featuring My Hot Hot Boss, why it's tagged and ready to be read. Well, I still have to go through 2002, and I will, when I want to.
I can honestly say that my journal has gotten a LOT better over the years. Although it's a rather strange feeling to be looking back over the many years I had a livejournal. Time freakin' flies, that's all I'm saying. I was saying something about when I was in high school and we got a new house. I was thinking, well, that was a few years ago... when in fact, it was 20 years ago. WTF, right?
I also wrote 1000 words of a new chapter that I hope to finish tomorrow. I thought up a great new short story idea. Some of the ideas I think up are in between short stories and novels, like Stephen King's Different Seasons or some such. Are those always called novellas? Or does a novella have a specified word count? Or does it vary by house? I bet it varies, just because novel length varies house to house.
Tomorrow is the birthday party of
mguto75 at which I'm sure I'll get plowed and dance around topless with a lampshade on my head. Or eat barbeque, I haven't decided yet. The important thing is, I'm giving her a cool present that H was kind enough to print for me--even though anyone who saw him printing it would surely think he was gay. ;-]
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