It's weird; I have embarrassing old diaries that I can't believe are me, but those are private. It kind of freaks me out that I have public stuff on the internet that I wouldn't necessarily defend at this point in my life. Like, I used to be one of those "I don't read slash" people, can you imagine? Or, y'know, me as a Marsters fan, even that's weird now.

I may take you up on that suggestion about the mail guy. :)