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[solitary_summer]

The suspense is killing me. ::grin:: The shiny new computer was brought home today (by me, in a very hot car), but is still in its box, because I haven't finished packing up, metaphorically speaking, the current one yet. Saved countless notepad documents (mostly scraps of fanish musings I never posted, a couple of depressed poems from years ago, odd thoughts, sketched, fragmented liveournal entries) to Word yesterday, and burned the content of all my zip disks on cds today, because I'm not planning on installing the zip drive again. And it again turns out that I'm nearly incapable of throwing anything away -- none of the writing is worth much of anything, because good thoughts ended up on lj sooner or later, and my writing always needs polishing and editing to be even semi-decent, so, sadly, no hidden pearls among the hastily thrown down thoughts. Every photoshopped scrap of an image I ever made for my homepage years ago (although in my defense saving them was a lot faster than going through them and deciding what to keep and what to delete would have been). I even saved the nin videos I haven't watched in years and am unlikely to watch anytime soon. On the plus side, I found the saved pages from the campfire thread on the unoffical manson bbs, also the pms I exchanged with someone I cared a lot for at the time, all of which I thought had been lost in the computer crash a couple of years ago. Still. Is my life so very poor that I don't dare let go of any scrap of evidence that it actually happened?

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[un-crayon-rouge.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you took the time to save the stuff. When I got my new computer, I packed up my old one, just as it was, with everything on it, sent it to my dad and told him to delete everything. The mere idea of sorting through all the crappy fanfic and absurd shippy wallpapers gave me a rash. Besides, a couple of months later I already had tons of new fanfic and absurd shippy videos and wallpapers...

[solitary-summer.livejournal.com]

That's probably a healthier approach anyway. I *always* cling too much, keep thinking that I might want to look at this or that again, and I'm absolutely incapable of deleting anything I've written, however bad. It's frustrating and embarrassing all at once and probably says all kinds of not-so-good things about my character...