Lurkers

It has come to my attention that there are lurkers in our midst, and while what I write here I know runs the risk of being read by just about anyone, I prefer that the people at least make themselves known.  I don’t like people saying "well I read in your diary" unless they’ve left me a note, (or I can just assume that they got around to reading it like in the case of Pip, Clanky, and Dory who aren’t secretive people).

So this will be the last entry that is public, and it comes with advice and a warning – the advice is, if you want to continue to read, then put in a request for me to add you as a favorite, and I will add you.  The warning is, I may say some things in here that you may not like, and reading them holds the consequence of knowing how I was feeling at the moment that I wrote it and dealing with the fact that it may have been about you, or someone you know.  Yes, I frequently write about the people I love the most because they are the people that have the greatest effect on me, but some of those people are very touchy and I’m effing sick of walking on eggshells in my own diary.

So don’t be a lurker.

~Princess Luth