it is not the first time i’ve deleted entire entries. actually, i don’t approve of that sort of thing, but that (apparently) doesn’t stop me. a blogged life is edited enough in subtle ways without the unsubtle deletion of entries that were up for most of a whole day, & had comments & everything.
i have only ever done this a few times, & i have had reasons. they were not all good.
a while back, i went through a tequila phase. i’ve since reconsidered & now i pretty much stick to the beer & the wine, but back in those agave days i posted a few things that could have done some damage to my personal life. in one case, i woke up the next day & the incriminating entry was right there on the screen. i spent the day having unfounded fears. deleted entry, learned lesson.
more recently, i became upset because i had posted about a rather insignificant achievement of mine, which resulted in someone posting something mean somewhere. i deleted that one because i am a spazz. i then reposted it, & for some reason deleted it again (spazz, remember?). i ended up having to repost it & hand edit the original to link it back into the site navigation, because, well, i’m a spazz.
& yesterday, i posted something i really intended to be complimentary & fun, which ended up upsetting a friend. deleted entry, apologized to friend.
i still don’t approve of deleting, really, but i do it anyway. since i don’t approve, i get all flustered about the subject. for instance, just now, i carried an ashtray over to the coffeemaker & was this close to pouring coffee in it. i haven’t really accepted the fact that i started smoking again, so the ashtray in question is a custard cup that sort of resembles a coffee cup… either that, or i’m just a spazz.