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an open letter to people who might be reading this LJ without my knowledge
Dear people who went to school with me: Why are you hiding? Come on out and play. (Oh, come on, you know you all suspected I was a total weirdo from the very start.)
Dear people who live in my building or are in my college currently: This was actually going to be a much more interesting bit of the open letter, before the other night. But now that everyone knows (or everyone who cares about gossip, anyway, knows) that I slept with B, there's nothing specific for me to flip out about. You know you all think I'm a weirdo, too.
Dear curlers other than
flt and
devilvern (and
datlowen,
jgesteve, etc., who don't count as "curlers" first in my book): [eta: this also includes pre-existing LJers like
insptr_penguin,
zen_of_punk, etc.] Um. Hi? Thank you for your discretion, I guess, but why are you hiding?
Dear Mom (read: anyone related to me by blood, and anyone married to such people): Stop reading. Clear your browser cache and pretend you were never here.
Dear people who live in my building or are in my college currently: This was actually going to be a much more interesting bit of the open letter, before the other night. But now that everyone knows (or everyone who cares about gossip, anyway, knows) that I slept with B, there's nothing specific for me to flip out about. You know you all think I'm a weirdo, too.
Dear curlers other than
Dear Mom (read: anyone related to me by blood, and anyone married to such people): Stop reading. Clear your browser cache and pretend you were never here.

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To be honest the whole thing makes me nervous, thinking about who might be reading MY LJ.
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eek, i didn't do co-workers, professors, etc. heh.
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