Huh, looking at your memories, I was apparently reading you for a long time, through recs from crack_van and such! I remember reading various works-- the X-Men, and Entourage, and all the RPF, I think. Then I somehow ran into you around the Olympics, and screwed all my courage up because even though friending people scares the shit out of me, the urge to keep track of non-crazy people who liked Michael Phelps' abs was too strong. Then, Generation Kill. But anyway, I pretty much think you're awesome.

(Actually, the first clear memory I have of your journal was when you were yelling at Lush for bath-tub stain problems. Which utterly delighted me at the time, because I'd just used one of their bath bombs, and it left the tub looking like I had been enjoying nasty, nasty times with the Kool Aid Pitcher Man.)