It's a symptom of a larger disease, I think, Mia.
Look at April's would be paramour. This fucking guy was texting her, and, at one point, had a friend TEXT her, instead of...texting himself...which is worse than e-mailing yourself....which is worse than IMing yourself....which is worse than phoning yourself....which is worse than speaking in person.
People are slowly losing the ability to interact one on one. Everyone loves Myspace and all, but I look at it and it bums me out. I like talking to my friends. I like interacting with real people in person. I like when I'm traveling how I'm anonymous, but at any moment could wind up talking to anyone about anything.
And, sure, I'm making my point via the internet, which might be a tad ironic, but the point is I'd rather be sitting and speaking about this face to face with you guys than typing about it.
The journal war is funny to me, very funny, but of course it's sad and lame, too. I use my journal to vent, and sometimes I go too far, and I check the responses too, but, I'm no attention whore. These entries are designed specifically for attention, and they're obviously absurd, typed by absurd people.
End of rant.