jen-fu

October 31st, 2004

This is a few days late. And now that this entry has been sitting in my wordpress drafts thingy for at least a couple of weeks it’s way more than a few days late. Better late than never, right? Jen-fu… Jen-fu, oh Jen-fu. She has quit. Darn her. Darn her and her perfect journal entries and the way she was so funny and so wonderful and the way that she used to be the funny journal whose name I could never pronounce (om something padme hm – I’m still glad she ditched that name). Oh, crap. No more Jen-fu.

She was my favorite, you know. I don’t like having a favorite because that just means that I like someone more than I like myself. But I do, and she was it, and now she’s gone. Did I mention that she’s gone?

I hate to go internet stalker girl on you, but I really did love her writing. Her entries were always good, even when they weren’t. I mean it’s not like we all turn out fabulous entries all the time. Except, of course, Pamie. But really, she’s the exception. Jen-fu. I cried when she moved to San Francisco. When it was time to say goodbye to her boy. When it didn’t really seem like the relationship was ready to end, but it did, all poetic-like, the way you really want them to play out in movies and books. Even if she did make things sound better in text than they really were, I don’t blame her a bit.

When I first started online journalling, jen-fu and I used the same crappy free hosting thing. We started around the same time as each other. For these reasons, despite the fact that she clearly knew what she was doing far more than I did/do/will (does anyone think that last thingy kind of looks like “dildo/will”?) I have always felt a silly kind of kinship with her.

And now, tragically she has gone. Wah. One of the great online journals is no more. A moment of silence, please.