Dexter Dane Jones

Ah, right. I have an insanejournal that I do not use. For what reason? I have yet to formulate a response to adequately answer this.

From this point forward, I will turn this journal into one of introspective thinking and growth. To this end, no further entries will be public.

So, dearest readers, I bid you farewell, though I am certain you have all vanished long ago. Good night.

Dex

Ah. I forgot about you.

And this is the reason I do not tend to keep such useless things. My mission has been aborted, but another will start. On my own time, with my own goals and my own reasons.

Dex

This whole process takes longer than I anticipated. I do not understand the point of keeping an online journal if it is not for someone. Why not delete your virtual memory database that you have not accessed in excess of two years?

And so I bide my time. Or rather, wait rather impatiently while I continue to be unable to surprise my dear one. To think I expected to be able to move about freely when I returned from my extended absence. How ridiculous I must be.

Dex

Success.

After putting forth some effort, I have found the one I was looking for. Now, to initiate operation "Surprise, I actually got one of these online journal things for you". And I thought I was finished with this whole business. Journals are not my thing.

I can already taste the happiness.

Dex

Entry three.

Time to make my move. Sitting here waiting to be noticed simply will not do. But where should I go? "AddMe" communities irritate me almost as much as the average teenager. There are several iconing journals that I suppose I could frequent. But no one talks to each other on those. Gathering information is more difficult than I imagined it being.

I will look around and see if I cannot find a clue or two to my friends. Not knowing their screennames makes things significantly more complicated. We will see. The internet is the information highway, and eventually I will find what I am looking for.

Dex

Entering a second entry already. I assure you, this will not keep up.

The whole journaling experience is agitating. How I was able to convince myself to do this is beyond me. Oh, right. I had help.

InsaneJournal. What a name for a journaling site. It must make all of its users feel great. Then again, the whole "insanity" bull has been faddish since I was in high school. Not much has changed, then.

For all of you non-friends of mine, I will try to continue to make public posts, although I cannot guarantee I will. Online journals are meant for nothing more than being read. Everyone ready to share their most heartfelt secrets? I did not think so.

Au revoir, mon ami. I have a long day tomorrow.

Dex

Hello, cyberweb.

Here I am, making an online journal. I know I am not going to keep up with it and yet I must maintain one in order to keep up with some lives dear to me. If my friends still lived locally, this would not be an issue. Meaning I have lowered myself to using online communication I would prefer to not need.

Okay then.

My name is Dexter, dear journal. And dear friends. Welcome to my domain.

Dex