For those of you that have visted often and wondered what happened to my witty entries that summarized the drama of my life, the reason I stopped writing is simple. It's not because I died, it's not because I lost the use of my fingers, and it's not because I went slutty and found a new online journal to write in.
No, dear readers, it was because the details of my life were falling into the wrong hands. It's because of the Creepy Ex-Boyfriends and Nosy Little Sisters that I had to stop. Which sucks, because I really enjoyed writing the entries, and from the responses I got, y'all liked reading them. Unfortunately, the internet is readily available to just about everyone these days, and all it took was an internet search to find my journal. My GODDAMN baby sister found it, for Peter's sake. And now she has dirt, lots of dirt, dirt that she could use against me for years to come. Plus my ex was reading it, and that's just wrong. Poor pathetic bastard.
So to make a long story short, I deleted everything. Saved the good stuff on a disc for posterity (password protected, of course, in case the Baby Sister decides she wants to print the dirt) and deleted everything else. Sorry, but it had to be done.
For those of you that care, I'll be making a new journal here very soon. For safety's sake, it'll all be in code. No, not really in code, but I'll be using a pseudonym and all other names will be changed as well. So that it's more difficult for the stalkers to find it.
Obviously I'm not going to tell you the link. No, you'll have to ask me for it. Leave a wassup in my tag box with your email and if I decide you're not a creepy ex or prying little sister, I'll let you know where you can find me.
It sucks that it has to be this way, lovely readers of mine. I wish I could continue to regal you with stories, just like the old days. But alas, a couple intruders ruins it for everybody. So this is the end, for now, and like I said, if you actually care and want the new link to my new journal, give a girl a holla.
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