yr little blond friend finds yr shoes uncomfortable

upon learning from a blabbering buddy of mine that julia is prone to reading my livejournal, i felt prompted to return the favor. despite the glaring differences between these cursory accounts of our lives (namely that hers lacks any style, content, or overall integrity), i spotted one or two unwelcome common threads: some transparent justification, some masked insecurity, and the occasional trace of border-line psychotic behavior. hey; if nothing else, we share a capacity for relinquishing our legal names in a pathetic grope for slippery cultural identity (there are big differences here too; it's possible i'm inventing commonality). of course, we're probably distinct from each other even just in that i'm inclined to posit our similarity. then again, maybe we're not. i'll add this to the list of things i don't know.