Why LJ is bad for me, or conversations that should not be had at nearly midnight.

It was recently realized and recently rather amusedly giggled about that about 90% of my current flist either is, has been, or should be in therapy. One has to wonder just a little tiny bit about me. Ah well, if this is crazy I don’t ever want help.

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