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A Journal of Sorts
"so intense"
"so silly"
"so personal"
"so wise"
"so egocentric"
"so much"
"so what?..."
duh!
oh one oh two oh one, huh?...
I mean, February first two thousand and one... wow, years view...
maybe it's time I looked at the big picture again and stopped the pity party for a while?... it might attract more visitors... I mean, for all the compaining I do I occasionally get a rare and precious piece of commentary from strangers or online friends about these incessent ramblings... sometimes they're even nice... and sometimes... well, they are not... so for your viewing pleasure, I have complied some of the comments I've recented over the years and put them here... just because it's February first... maybe it'll wake up the groundhog for all of you in the frozen north... or put him to sleep... I always forget how that works... I'm just in one of my no-apparent-reason and against-all-reason good moods... so sue me or something... anyway, on to the comments of the century (last)...
"why don't you edit out all the narcissistic crap
and then submit it [your journal] to some journal contests?"
because it's my journal... what does narcissistic mean, anyway?
"you really ought to get a life!!!!!!!!!"
my mother used to say "you really ought to get married"...
she used even more excalation points...
it didn't work either
"you are amazing!"
thanks, I think...
"don't you ever get tired of being ignored?"
are you ignoring me?
"I miss you when you don't update"
thanks for the tears in my eyes *hug*
"you have to be the most self-centered person I've ever seen"
where would you rather me be centered?
"you're madkewl... you should write more get real stuff, it's phat"
thanks for not thinking I'm too old to understand you... plurs
"why don't you just lose your internet connection and die already"
because it's still not soup yet
"you crack me up... how do you keep your sense of humor?"
in a vat of chocolate fudge ice cream
oh wait, you asked how, not where
it's pierced to my left cheek
"what the hell I don't believe this shit how can a homeless person make a web page you must be some rich fag with nothing better to do than sit and jerk off here all day I don't believe I'm reading this shit"
you must have read a lot of it... actually, I do most of my jerking off at night... my uploading of pages too... if you want to know some more about my sexual preferences, check out Libboland... as for my financial status, I've lived in luxury for some of this lifetime... I paid for my ISP in advance, so the times I've been homeless, like now, I just need electricity and a phone line to keep this site going... people have been kind enough to let me plug this laptop into their electric outlets and connect via their phone line for a little while... thanks for reading enough to have an opinion
"maybe you sometimes get way too personal for some people (I don't think I could express/expose myself the way you do, but then again I kind of admire it)... you inspire me to stay positive no matter what happens and I just wanted to thank you for being here... stay real"
thanks and seriously, that's why I'm here... to stay real
comments sent to me were in this color, in case that wasn't obvious enough
that's a smattering of contents of the millions of pieces of fan mail I get each week (ok, it took years to get enough responses to put this compilation together, believe that?... let's just say it's somewhere in between, but me being insatiable, it'll never be enough... so tell me what you think)...
if you don't want to be quoted on the site, just say so... I respect privacy if I know it's wanted... I might put up a comments section if enough come in... maybe even a message board (or do I have one already?... no, I have a guestbook that nobody notices, boo hoo... a slambook {a guestbook that asks more personal stuff} too... guess most of you are shy or something)...
maybe wide-open people like me don't spend much time on the net like me... maybe nobody is like me... maybe nobody likes me... oh no, somebody in this world must like me, not everybody is sane, after all... I'm just going through one of my lonelier stages cuz I'm cut off from email and email groups and wishing I knew somebody in the physical world who wanted to know me (getting to know all about us) and love me (is it such an impossible dream?) and share the journey (do I want too much, really?)...
well...
I want what I want... I am what I am... and I appreciate you being here reading my rambling right now... even if you don't let me know you did J
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