You see, almost a year ago, I joined Diaryland and started writing in my little journal. It was a neat escape. I sometimes felt relieved, cleansed, or just plain better after I wrote. Sometimes I wrote to be funny, or because something was bothering me, or because I was bored. The I got the idea that I would start a ring. Since our little circle of friends all use the term "Crackheads" so loosely, and use it to mean all different things, "Crackheads" seemed to be the perfect name for my ring. I was picky on my admittance... I guess it gave me a sense of power. I made the ring private so people had to ask to join. I read the diaries thoroughly, and if I didn't like it, I didn't let them in. What a fucking powertrip I was on! But it didn't last long. I got bored with it. I forgot about the ring on more than one occasion, only to log in and find a lot of people waiting to join. So what did I do? Did I immediatly hit "accept"? Nope. I read the diaries and only let in the ones I liked. I turned people down for terrible grammar, being ring whores, or if they flat out couldn't write. I wonder sometimes if I ever pissed anyone off by that. I'm sure I did, but my attitute was... "It's my fucking ring!" And it is.

So today, I get the idea that I need to go through the member list and kick people out if they have locked their diary. That's reasonable. It can be very irritating to be going through the member roster as a diary reader wanting to read "crackheads" only to stumble on a locked diary. And now I am finding that some of the things I wouldn't let people in for have happened to existing members. Upon going through the list, I found diaries that sucked, and plenty that no longer listed "Crackheads", and most of the people have turned into total ring whores. There is apparently a diaryring you can join that is just for ring whores. What the fuck? I don't get it.

Am I going to kick them out? No. I don't really have the right to do that. No one ever signed a contract saying they wouldn't join an ass load of rings. I just have to say once and for all: There are plenty of rings out there that I would "relate" to. I could join all kinds... cat lovers, sarah mclachlan, amanda, texas, quiddich... whatever! There is a fucking ring out there for every facet of your life. If I was a blind, albino, one legged, constipated transvestite, there is probably a ring for me. Jesus Christ... rings litter a page and look ugly... ugh.