Dear Diary,

My family has made fun of my grandmother for years for keeping a diary. Sample entry, circa 1938... "I shan't go to school today. I shall stay home and help mother wash clothing."

Fast forward to me in junior high. My crush on one of my classmates. My argument with my best friend. All preserved for eternity on the pages of my diary.

And now? The premise is the same. Oh, I seldom share things I don't want the world to see. But I do publish the events of my daily life in cyberspace. Gone are the days of hoping my mom doesn't read my diary... replaced by the days of site tracking to figure out how many people are reading my random thoughts.

Turns out she and I are not that different. Every day she writes down the temperature and what she ate for lunch. And most days I share my activities or, at worst, thoughts.

I guess we're not that different after all. And I suppose everyone's fascination with reading someone's diary has turned into an acceptable pastime... blog browsing.