I am my own child

In the first days of what has turned out to be an enduring, disturbing addiction to blogs, I had to give parental consent to myself to have a live journal account. My life must be uneventful, because it seemed like a very strange and fascinating experience to me. I filled out the application to have a live journal account, because having an account was supposed to help me read more of my friend’s blog. When I finished, I got a message back saying that although I had filled out a valid birthdate and indicated I was over 13, my application was considered suspect because my computer had previously been used to create illegal accounts for minors! I have no idea how this is possible—-it’s got to be a mistake-- but the message said I could simply continue the application with the consent of my parent. That seemed easy, so I filled out another form giving my child (me) permission to have a live journal account. I had to list another email address for the parent, so I listed my other email address. I filled everything out, and then I got a message (at the Parent Me’s email address) saying my Child Me’s application had been approved. It said that my child, Sarah, was now well on her way and would be getting an email at HER address that would help her get started at live journal; but it suggested that I keep a close eye on her live journal activities. I certainly will! (She can get a little NAWty and SAUCy from time to time...).