Hey, kid, it's secret history
I just realized that I completely failed to observe or even notice the tenth anniversary of this journal when it came around. I got an account with LiveJournal—my first foray into social media—and posted my first entry on December 30th, 2004. On December 30th, 2014, apparently I was talking about movies.
Works for me.
Works for me.

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Thank you! It has been a very . . . change-filled ten years.
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Heh. Thank you!
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Nine
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Thank you! Next year, according to Sandra Boynton, it's Synthetic Fibers. Maybe I could get Bertie Owen a scarf.
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(Mine will hit its thirteenth anniversary on January 20th. I don't know where the time has gone.)
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Thank you!
(Mine will hit its thirteenth anniversary on January 20th. I don't know where the time has gone.)
(Looking back at the ten years this journal has covered is really, really weird. [edit] You should write a baker's dozen of poems for the years.)
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I've read 2002-2004 over the past six weeks or so, and peering in on my undergraduate self has been...I don't know if "troubling" or "enlightening" would be the right word. Perhaps just "educational."
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I started my journal two years and 13 days later--but it wasn't until a year and eight months later that you and I became LJ friends, or so my archive tells me (here).
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And most of those people are no longer reliably on LJ! This journal has outlasted its strictest purpose! I regret nothing.
--but it wasn't until a year and eight months later that you and I became LJ friends, or so my archive tells me (here).
Hey. Hello.
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Thank you! Congratulations on your dozen.
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Thank you!
I liked a lot of things about where I was when I started this journal, and the trajectory I was on still feels like something painfully lost. But I read some of those early entries—or even some of those middle entries—and I like better what I write now.
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Thank you.