![]() ![]() ![]() Fully curated, obviously, for all that we were promising each other naked emotional honesty and completely obscured personal information (sorry, “completely obscured”) because our greatest threat was a stranger from the internet appearing at our doorstep, utterly disarming us by their knowledge that our name wasn’t CandyKane56 BUT IN FACT Belinda (this is just an example, you understand) and in that moment of pure unbridled terror because our true faces had been revealed, sweeping us away to their Dungeon of Ultimate Terror where there was no wifi or even ethernet cables. ![]() One of the nice things about having kept an online journal back in ye old golden days of the internet, when we were still making fun of the word “blog,” (she says in a wavering ye old golden girls RIP Betty White voice), is that I had a record, of sorts, of my life. ![]()
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