well;

i guess blogging on IAM is no longer a viable option for me, considering that a. my account time is quickly running out, and b. i honestly have less and less interest in body modification. so i made this blogger, like any young idealist wannabe hipster would, but hopefully i'll manage to update it with more than some cryptic free-form poetry or fuzzy holga pictures on the occasion.

documenting my life has always been important to me, because i am terrified that if i don't know who i was last year, i won't know who i am today. for nearly 4 years i've kept a sketchbook, an online journal, or both. right now i'm keeping a sketchbook diary which is somewhat more intimate than any other online journal, meaning that i will write about sex in my sketchbook, glance at it nervously the next day and wonder if i should tear it out, and then decide that if i edit anything i've ever written i'll lose a part of myself.

there aren't many people i know who have blogs, but i'm sure that eventually someone from the real world will find me, and i'm terrified of that day. rterrified! i take more comfort in the probable fact that there are faceless strangers reading my thoughts, bathed in the blue glow of their computer monitors, than in the possibility that someone from my school or one of my friends could be reading these, not really my innermost thoughts, but somewhat far in there. i don't want someone i barely talk to, or worse, someone i talk to a lot, approaching me somehow and saying, "hey, i read your blog!". although i can't guarantee that anyone from the real world will ever do that, i just don't want them to tell me. please.