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My teenage Live Journal account was recently unearthed by the friend who peer-pressured me into it in the first place.  I suppose it could be a lot worse.  In fact, some of it holds true to today.

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And some of it is just embarrassing.

Some is embarrassing/awesome.

Like my account of how I got grounded for the first time for the offense of stealing the family minivan to go read books at Borders.  Stupid peer pressuring friend, again.

Or this lovely quote from my high school best friend/boyfriend.

Or the fact that I used the name “Baywatch,” which was bestowed upon me by friends in P.E. who made fun of the way I ran.

I was in an American Apparel the other day and came across this, which appears to be a variation of the same humiliation/hilarity, except it has some intelligent present-day commentary attached and it costs money.  But I’m sure you or someone you know has a Live Journal that needs rediscovery, and we’re in a recession, people.  So please spread the embarrassment.  It’s fun.

* Note: not all of my edits are current dislikes.  I just wouldn’t go so far as to say they are still “interests.”  Or say I’m 100% sure of who “Georges Braque” is.