Well, Here I am with another blog. This is probably my 600th account since I discovered the wonderful realm of blogging at the tender age of 15(or so). Most were futile attempts at documenting various short-term “life altering” events in my life, ie: my waitress blog and the blog I started to chronicle the tales of my last semester in college(but was too drunk to update past the first post). But, there was that one who I constantly came back to. You know exactly what I mean. There’s always that one. This post is for you.

Up until now, I’ve had my tried and true livejournal, which I will never actually abandon. I feel as though my livejournal has been right along there with me through thick and thin. Acting like a pseudo best friend, you know – the “other” best friend who you don’t exactly tell EVERYTHING to, because they have a big mouth or you just feel uncomfortable about how they’d react but you still give them the title of “best friend” because they’ve kind of referred to you as theirs and you don’t want to be that guy who’s a dick and doesn’t reciprocate the feeling, my livejournal has been there.

Livejournal served as my podium on which to announce my first time getting drunk(and subsequently getting busted due to the fact that my parents were a little more internet-savvy than I had thought), a place to document the trials and tribulations of my high school life, somewhere to document the years I spent absolutely dedicated to hockey and spent every waking hour at an ice rink, on the road, or in a hotel room 300 miles from home with the best friends I could ever ask for. My livejournal was there when I graduated high school and subsequently lost close to all contact with the kids I went to school with over that next summer. It followed me into my first year of college, where I had convinced myself that I was incredibly miserable yet managed to only really write about the amazing friendships that formed or the laundry list of trouble we caused and adventures we went on. Good old LJ stayed with me as I packed my bags and moved cross-state from Western New York to the Big Apple to my new school in search of comfort and new opportunities. For the next 3 years, I wasn’t the greatest friend and occasionally, ok – continuously, forgot to update LJ on the latest gossip and trouble I had been getting myself into. BUT, in true best friend form, LJ stuck around and was always there for me when I needed to inform the world of the current drunken debauchery I found myself involved in day in and day out during my life as a college student.

And finally, he held my hand all the way as I walked across the stage at Manhattanville College to receive my Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science this past May. I am a little upset at the fact that he never warned me that getting a degree in anything that isn’t business or financial related would prove difficult to obtain employment with after I left the comforts of my little gated liberal arts college in one of the wealthiest suburbs of America. I forgive him though – I did abandon him whenever I found myself too busy with drinking myself into oblivion, wandering the new york city subway system at all hours of the night and developing an insomnia problem as a student. I did however make it up to him when I would come home to Philly for the summer and spend those 3 months between one school year and the next and continuously updated him on my latest and greatest entrepreneurial endeavors to financially support myself by not actually working – becoming an actual hustler if you must.

And as I finally entered the “real world”, LJ encouraged me to take that prestigious job as a Legal Assistant in Philadelphia. I vividly remember it as if it was yesterday. I was sitting in Emma’s Brooklyn apartment after completely giving up on the corporate job search and settling for my new career as a waitress with a 100,000 dollar degree when LJ reached right out of that computer screen and held me by my neck until I finished writing an E-Mail to my current employer – almost as if he knew this was meant to be. I was humbled and extremely appreciative when LJ stayed around through my less than mid-life crisis and like any supportive, non-judgmental friend – reassured me that every thing was going to be okay even if I needed anti-depressants to stabilize myself for the time being.

And now, as i’m spiraling into adulthood at an alarming pace, LJ is still there – begging me every day to shed some insight as to my personal growth and progress as a young professional. I almost feel sorry for him. If I was being treated so nonchalantly for so long, theres no way I would have hung around.

So, this post, which I originally planned to dedicate to today’s historical primary election, I dedicate to my now-defunct livejournal. I love you, and I want you to know that I sincerely appreciate your constant support. Don’t look at this as the end to our relationship. I may have called you defunct about two sentences ago, but I actually take that back. I’ll continue to update you, just not as frequently and with as much intellectual information as before. You’ll become a shell of our former relationship. The friend that is slowly pushed to the outside of the “insiders circle”. You’ll begin to laugh uncomfortably when the rest of us tell inside jokes and swap stories of what we remembered from the night before – the party you weren’t invited to. It’s ok, LJ. Don’t take this the wrong way. I just feel like it’s time for me to move on to a more mature, personalized blog. One that starts with my full name in the URL instead of the name of a band I no longer listen to. I’m grown up now. You’re like the best friend who stayed back and went to community college and after years of unsuccessful attempts at graduating with your Associates, settled for being the manager at the local bar/restaurant and still make appearances at high school parties and I’ve become your subject of all things envious. A college degree, a start of an actual career and a chance at becoming a lawyer. We just aren’t the same people we used to be, we’ve grown apart and it’s time to say our goodbyes.

Please don’t take this the wrong way – you’ve been a great friend LJ and I’ll miss you.