These are fragments of my life, such as it is. A lot of it is locked, but a lot of it isn't.
Sometimes my journal is full of woe and angst (or sound and fury signifying nothing?). Sometimes it's full of ranting. A lot of times it's full of fannish babbling and/or squeeing about Farscape because I love my show, or about any other thing I happen to be gleeing over at that moment.
Sometimes I babble. Sometimes I don't make sense. Sometimes I'm too sarcastic and/or snarky for my own good. Sometimes I'm serious. Sometimes I'm really, really not. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. And sometimes, I'm sure, I'm terribly boring.