W00t!!!!!!!!!!!!

[conuly]

It's my (livejournal's) anniversary party! Yay! *dances* Okay, guys, start celebrating and commenting and everything. I want a comment from each and every one of you, which means I should have...

199 comments! (at least)

Yes, that's right, I've now got 199 mutual friends (two of whom are me). Now, I know some people have to be reading this and not my friend - please, friend me. I'm begging. I hate the number 199. It's just oh-so-close to 200. You can add me and then delete me tomorrow, it'd just be cool to have 200 friends on my first anniversary.

And I made a serious tactical error today and ate a slice of pizza. TWO slices of pizza. My stomach is killing me. Years, my mom took, so that I could at least digest dairy products, and I undid it in one swell foop by not having any for (about) a month to see if casein affected me badly. Well, it didn't affect me nearly as badly as lactose now does. Gah.

Really, what I ought to do is go practically and build up a tolerance slowly. Or just quit it with the cheese. But no, what do I do? Eat a quarter of a pizza!

So, go on. Celebrate! Comment! Give me dairy-free recipes I can cook!

Comments

[feathered.livejournal.com]

I think I've been on livejournal for three years now. And I am fairly positive that Cons has outposted me already.

Can't decide if that's good, bad, or not really deserving of a rating of good or bad.

[conuly]

I'm sorry! I have no life! So I update! A lot!

And besides, most of those updates are homework and links.

[feathered.livejournal.com]

True... I updated a lot back when I very first started livejournal, because I posted a lot of short posts and links. Now I feel guilty if I post less than a paragraph. I blame my lack of numbers on inflated standards. If only I could overcome my phobia of writing poorly, I'm sure I would update all of the time.

An alternate theory is that I don't update as much as I could because I spend all of my time thinking, "Oh. These socks that are mysteriously hanging from my neighbour's tree are really odd. I should write about them in my journal." Then I compose posts in my head, so that by the time I get to a computer, I've already said what I wanted to say, even if it was just to myself.

[conuly]

"Oh. These socks that are mysteriously hanging from my neighbour's tree are really odd. I should write about them in my journal."

I do that too. I've taken to making note on posts I want to make, or just typing them up in my laptop, so I have no reason not to post them.