When I was 14 I had a LiveJournal.

Holy shit. I had totally forgotten about the community process on LiveJournal and when I wax poetic about the Golden Age of LJ I now realize that I have selective memory.

I don’t think I applied to many communities on LiveJournal, except 33 overs, which was MEAN AS FUCK. Really funny institutionalized bullying. It was when I realized that I might be beating up on pre-teens that it dawned on me that the social media part of LiveJournal had spun out of control.

Point me to the gathering point of the creative underclass. That’s where I belong and where I want to be.

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