A recent megnut post hit close to home: reading through my older archives, I’m struck by how different my weblog was a few years ago. I didn’t really worry about whether or not everyone I’d ever met might be reading it (mostly because few people I knew actually did), and I felt pretty comfortable just yammering on about all the little things that went on in a given day - doing the dishes, going to a bar, having lunch, etc. It was probably boring as hell for all you people who were reading it back then, but for me it’s nice because I can really remember now what my life was like during any given month of it.

Reading through my archives for the past couple of years, though, it’s very different. I started to become more conscious of the fact that anything I said would probably be read by family members, employers and coworkers (past and present), boyfriends (same), and acquaintances. It probably makes sense that a real journal should be a private thing, but I’m much better at remembering to write for my weblog than I am at carrying around a paper journal with me, at least these days.

So you’ll have to excuse me if I start treating this site like a journal again, at least occasionally. There are huge portions of my life that I still don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about in public, but five years from now it would be nice to remember what I was up to in the last months of 2004.