The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

4 May 2003

After the fact

I found this at a friend's LiveJournal; LJ eschews such things as permalinks, so if you want to read the whole thing, you need to scroll to 27 April, 7:26 pm. Before you ask: no, it's not about me.

I went to your blog today. I know I said I wouldn't but I did. I know you have your web stats to tell you that it was me. So sue me. I still wonder about you after all this time. I suppose if I had handled things differently we could have remained friends. Funny thing that, though. I have yet to discover the method that lets me remain a friend when I was once a loved one.

There's a noble (as distinguished from Nobel) prize for the person who does make this discovery.

Posted at 5:58 PM to Table for One

Very nice post. I can still relate, unfortunately. I couldn't figure out from reading the whole page if the writer is a boy or a girl. He or she is smart not to go into detail. As therapeutic as it is to write this sort of post, it's humiliating later on. I've disabled my archives, pending someone at the blogger support group telling me how to delete my posts on this subject.

Posted by: Diane L. at 11:27 PM on 4 May 2003

It can come back to bite you, yes.

I've left almost all my self-incriminating stuff up, on the basis that I can't possibly look any worse. :)

Posted by: CGHill at 2:33 PM on 5 May 2003