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So after months of agonizing indecision I've finally succumbed to the temptation of an online diary. Yay for me. Now everybody gets to see what kind of spellink and grammaticcal mistakes I make without benefit of a spellchecker. Which in turns demonstrates how insufferably lazy I am.
Maybe I should have waited for a time when I felt more like writing, to enter my first entry, but I didn't. Yay for me and nay for this irritating laptop which auto clicks anything my mouse hovers over. I'll try to be more positive.
So anybody with an online journal understands the interesting and potential rewards of an online journal, and if you're reading this then you do too, so I won't get into them. My reason I suppose is for the audience. Keeping a personal diary provides an excellent outlet for clarifying thoughts, and cataloguing growth. However because of the very nature of a personal diary, other people aren't meant to read them! Unless of course the object of keeping the diary is to trick snoopy people. An aim which has my full blessing and respect, insidious subtleties are one of my great joys in life. But enough on that tangent.
It is unlikely that more than one or two people besides me will ever read this. But nevertheless this is one or two more people who can follow my adventures from my point of view, a decidedly skewed one.
Well then, how about recent history.
Most recent major event. My father disowned me. Not much more to say about that other than, good riddance!
Next most major event. My ex former bestfriend/kinda girlfriend and I came to a decided end, following a series of unfortunate events involving her bestfriend, an affair, and some gossip. Once again, good riddance! That whole relationship was hell and I'm happy for the closure.
At the moment I am typing from Marysville California. 5 time winner of the worst place to live award. I pity the place that stole the title. I'm visiting family for the holidays. Unfortunately my holiday doesn't end till the 16th. I'm happy to see my family, don't get me wrong. And I've straightened a lot of my shit out while I've been here. But a month long vacation just isn't my idea of a good vacation. I mean I'll have to get a job while I'm here to pay for the apartment that I'm still renting in Bozeman.
Well it seems that my journal entry has been cut short. My mother. I'll explain that later too I suppose.
I found for myself a new pair of pants today, and a pair of sunglasses. I really do enjoy shopping.
But for now. Au Revior!
Maybe I should have waited for a time when I felt more like writing, to enter my first entry, but I didn't. Yay for me and nay for this irritating laptop which auto clicks anything my mouse hovers over. I'll try to be more positive.
So anybody with an online journal understands the interesting and potential rewards of an online journal, and if you're reading this then you do too, so I won't get into them. My reason I suppose is for the audience. Keeping a personal diary provides an excellent outlet for clarifying thoughts, and cataloguing growth. However because of the very nature of a personal diary, other people aren't meant to read them! Unless of course the object of keeping the diary is to trick snoopy people. An aim which has my full blessing and respect, insidious subtleties are one of my great joys in life. But enough on that tangent.
It is unlikely that more than one or two people besides me will ever read this. But nevertheless this is one or two more people who can follow my adventures from my point of view, a decidedly skewed one.
Well then, how about recent history.
Most recent major event. My father disowned me. Not much more to say about that other than, good riddance!
Next most major event. My ex former bestfriend/kinda girlfriend and I came to a decided end, following a series of unfortunate events involving her bestfriend, an affair, and some gossip. Once again, good riddance! That whole relationship was hell and I'm happy for the closure.
At the moment I am typing from Marysville California. 5 time winner of the worst place to live award. I pity the place that stole the title. I'm visiting family for the holidays. Unfortunately my holiday doesn't end till the 16th. I'm happy to see my family, don't get me wrong. And I've straightened a lot of my shit out while I've been here. But a month long vacation just isn't my idea of a good vacation. I mean I'll have to get a job while I'm here to pay for the apartment that I'm still renting in Bozeman.
Well it seems that my journal entry has been cut short. My mother. I'll explain that later too I suppose.
I found for myself a new pair of pants today, and a pair of sunglasses. I really do enjoy shopping.
But for now. Au Revior!