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11/03/02 @ 1:35 p.m.
Andrew’s finally put my banners up, so new people are coming here and finding my recent entries. By recent, I mean shit, and I’m finding it embarrassing. Between the bug last week and my girlfriend staying with me this week, the last few entries have been completely flushable. So this entry is as close as a diary can get to ass-kissing. If I’m a whore to traffic, I figured I may as well open my legs proudly and with a smile on my face, so go back a bit and see why you should swear more, why you shouldn’t have insomnia, how you can convert the world to atheism, why Ned Flanders shouldn’t watch movies, why I want to grow my own boobs, why I love futile gestures, why I wasn’t scared of anthrax, why I hate Independence Day, why my visitors are as mad as ham, and why I’m a twat. Then be patient while I try to pull my head out of my arse and put a decent entry together.
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