Ahh, pasty white chalk board.
I'd like to say I've missed you, but I haven't. I have made myself a binder... where I don't have to waste my time on here trying to teach myself HTML blah blah blah.
Actually, my addiction would be far greater if I let myself sit and get fat and lazy every day.
Crutches are so useless, diary. Motivate yourself, who else wants to do the job if not you?
Anyway, I came on here to discuss how ill this diary makes me, since I know people read these things... like Steven King has an online diary.
Pipe dreams are meant to be flushed.
It's funny too...
Every time I come on, I read some diaries... and I find nothing but pity parties. The occasional good one is far but none. How can I pity anyone when they are already having their own little party? Check please!
So this is my diary, and I'm not inviting comments. Keep your noses to your pocketbooks and keep this world go round with your boogars staring me in the face. I've had enough of fantasies for one life time... and let's not forget.. as far as we are concerned, that's all we've got.
11:20 p.m. - 2003-07-17
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