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12/2/00 Good God, I've had this page for a year now and I haven't done jack to it. Go me, go me, go me. 10/19/00 Ladies, a question. Is location really everything? New York City, wonderful place, everyone must go there, I get hit on all the time, date after date after date, but I come home to Texas and what? Nothing. Noda, zip, not a flirtatious hotty insight. Thank God I'm in theatre, otherwise I'd be dead (theatre is a slut's heaven, what with all the curtains and back dressing rooms.) Any who, give me some feedback. Radiobliss@aol.com. Title it "Feedback," otherwise I'll figure it's porn junk and delete it before opening. 4/22/00 I've decided to give up all worldly possessions and needs to pursue the Zenith of "Cyber Space." No more Dot Coms with their shiny white backgrounds and neat organized rows and lists of links to various cute articles and compressed images. NO, I shall quest to find the gray backgrounds, the blue links at bottoms of pages and in between paragraphs, the amateur treasures of GeoCities, and the four great truths: computer game codes on each site, every table with a border, fanfic must be long and include oddball character names, and most importantly the hit counter at the top, not bottom, of every page. 1/3/00 THE 90s ARE OVER, I REPEAT, THE 90s ARE OVER! Oh my God that was a bad decade, and seeing how I've only seen the sun for going on 16 years that should mean quiet much. Ever since the 2nd grade in 91' things have been going down hill. Weight gain, bad hair, bad relationships, being thrown out of my first clique, surviving the mother of all hellish religious schools for a whole year, the witch phase (most of it's Scott Cunningham's bullshit folks), and who could forget my short trip on those pills we like to call speed (otherwise known as Metabolife). Yet, the 90s are over, and so, the horrid experience of childhood. On to the Nasdaq! 12/10/99 21 Days until the end of the world. Maybe not, somehow this website might still exist on some higher level of the internet that the government controls and the words I type now will shine forever under a mountain of other petty tid-bits and mediocre stories the web offers us. Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps know one will read this and the age old of question about the tree falling in the woods will come to play and these words won't have existed in the first place. I don't personally care about this; in five years I will be twenty-one. |
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