That up-dating my journal has pushed my previous entry off the bottom. Damn.
So I will take this opportunity to reiterate my concerns and the personal failings which make me feel a bit weird about this medium. Just so you know.

1. I'm shite with computers. I really don't know what I'm doing half the time. Give me a pen and paper please (a quill, for preference, I'm that sort of gal). I could be committing all manner of privacy invasions and etiquette faux pas and I would be totally unaware.

2. I might post when intoxicated.

3. I recently re-read the extensive journals I kept as a teenager, expecting a loving reunion with a former, more troubled, more innocent me.
I was an asshole.
If anyone read them, I would die. And now I'm writing one on the *inter-net*...

4. Yes I know you, we chatted all afternoon. Will I be able to work out that you are 'jumbo_the_lion' on live-journal? Hell no. Friends list is confusing. Put it this way, I couldn't spell my own preferred user-name. Weasel dammit.

5. I'll get reeerly reerly durnk and all write loads of shit on here 'cos you're a pal, I love you mate. No, really, llove you. We should get some chips. OOOH theres wine-in-my room. (see point 2)

I rest my case.

And yet it beats revision.

Two years. Two bloody years it's taken me to work out how to get an appropriate background on this thing. Now I got me a rat skull and everything, so I guess I'm ready to go.
The next challenge is getting a twitchy ferret-head to tell you all how I'm feeling. I just re-read that sentence (I gotta do that when I type); Sounds like a re-hab experience from someone who dropped way to much acid.

I had my first experience of posting stuff in a public forum on Friday. It tasted goood. For those of you familiar with b3ta, I've stopped 'lurking', so mind the snakes.

The other motivation* for my re-assessment of this whole "inter-net revolution" is this: I say 'How are you feeling?' and someone hisses 'Didn't you *read* her live-journal?!' Time I started to pay attention. I'm watching you all. Thank you.

* also found a doo-dah that spell checks my entries, invaluable for self-conscious dyspraxics.