Au Revoir
I'm killing this journal.

Why am I killing this journal?

Because I'm not sure why I do it. When I started, over three years ago, I figured it'd be a nice place to vent, keep track of my thoughts, my proclivities toward the melodramatic that, with some retrospect, I'd be able to adjust and correct. I thought, in other words, it'd help build a better Andy.

But that soon turned into me doing a cyber-vaudeville routine. It became me trying to entertain first, inform later, reflect last. I've used this journal to publicly disembowel my "enemies." I've used it to propogate indefensible opinions, often for the sake of agitation or personal enjoyment. LiveJournal has fueled my cynicism and turned me into a contrarian. I've used this blog to embarrass ex-girlfriends and attempt to swoon new ones. I've used it to pre-empt criticism I KNOW is coming.

What I haven't used it for, however, is to build a better Andy.

I almost never return to past entries. I can't remember the last time I used my blog to chart my "personal growth" or whatever. And if I had a nickel for every time, in a state of either extreme boredom or extreme emotional anxiousness, I made a meaningless, cryptic, and often passively aggressive post, I'd have a shit ton of nickels. And what good are nickels in this, The Age of the Quarter?

So I'm not DELETING the journal, as I'd like it to be here for me to return to in time. And I'll certainly continue to read and comment to YOUR journals. And heck, I'll probably create a new blog in time, one with a more clearly defined mission. But for now, ELPH8 bids you all a fond adieu.

Adieu.