Upon looking back at the entries I wrote in high school, it dawned on me that I was a whiny little runt with an insatiable thirst for complaining about anyone and anything that rubbed me the wrong way. I don't know how other human beings tolerated my capitalization-free jumble of thoughts, poems and pleas for attention.

Hopefully, I've become a more mature and bearable person as the years have went on. I'm still opinionated, brash and offensive, but I'd like to think I've gotten that somewhat under control.

A few weeks ago someone contacted me about an entry I wrote five years ago. Even though they told me they found it hilarious, that worried me a little. The power of the Internet is fascinating yet incomprehensible at the same time: we will continue to pay for mistakes we made years ago because of the permanence interconnectivity brings. Each move is carefully documented by our intricate social networks, there to be found time and time again by eager minds and search engines. The fact that someone found what I'd written in a fit of rage five years ago was a cold slap in the face: nothing is sacred anymore.

So I'm going to be a bit more careful about what I say on this things. As I've come to learn, it's a small, small world. Cliche, yes, but each day that passes I am reminded of how we all seem to know each other in one way or another.

So to those who may have been offended, disgusted and outraged by my writing, I apologize.