Loose Lips Sink Ships

Seems these journals are easier to find than I thought.

Due to such things as being found and etcetera, I am making the entries friends only.

Sorry guys!

Music brings color and image to the most ordinary things. These ladies show what I mean beautifully.



But for one reason or another, we can't always buy the music we want.

In plain talk, I rarely buy CDs or MP3s. I have friends, I have a public library and my ripping software. Lately, I've also had music sharing sites here on LJ. The ones I use are lunatunes, blackwaltzes, and audiography, but I'm sure there are a ton more.

Sometimes I feel guilty about it, stripping a band of their lively hood etcetera, etcetera. Because of my budget though, the chances of me ever actually buying their music is nil. There are other things that need to be bought first. And besides, I hardly know their work.

Yes, I can find validation until the Earth explodes from it.

Confession Rating: 4
Confessed To: No one, although many suspect. They are too grateful for the music I pass them to ask questions that they know will wound their conscious.

I have devised a system for this journal to keep things a bit more cohesive. I will be tagging posts by rating as well as by content.

The confession rating is on a scale of 1 to 10. 1 is harmless, things I could easily tell real life friends but don't because I am embarrassed. 10 would be things that could get me prison time. There won't be any of the latter right now, but a fair number of the former--at least at first.

Who I confessed this particular subject to relates to local family and friends also since obviously if it is here, it is confessed to all of you.

Example:

Confession rating: 1
Confessed to: none

The rating system is a harmless thing to confess. Despite that, I have told no one about it.

See? Simple. Of course this type of thing is subjective. What may seem huge to me might be no more than a fly in your water to you. What may seem insignificant to me could be the reason you exist. Everyone has an opinion.



I'd rate that one a 5 or six. *winks*

Lately I've been tempted to "confess" things to people. Things that will only hurt relationships. That have hurt relationships. I don't gossip, but when it comes to my theories, it's hard for me to stay silent.

Now I don't have to. Ahh, the internet is indeed a grand thing.

Here those things will live, making a life for themselves and keeping me out of trouble.

So if you are reading this, always keep in mind:

Though you may enjoy it, this journal is not for you. It is for me.

On that note, have a nice day. (And enjoy yourself any way you can.)


Confession rating: 1.5
Confessed to: no one