One last look at the Live Journal most recently posted images feed reminds me how freakin happy I am that I'm not a preteen right now. Sweet merciful crap, if I had access to blogs, digital cameras, and the like I'd be mortified. Very few have access to tangible reminders of my angst. Not that the web is tangible (or permanent, mind you) but I'm counting in the same league as journals, notes, and other ephemera.