somehow, this computer is not doing its job.
i am trying to read my favorite peoples diaries.
the computer is repeatedly informing me that "there is no page to display"
BULL CRAP COMPUTER! WE BOTH KNOW THERE ARE THINGS TO DISPLAY; LOTS OF THINGS, GOOD THOUGHTS, THE ONLY CONNECTION I HAVE TO MY FRIENDS, THINGS TO MAKE FUN OF LATER!
THATS WHAT THERE IS TO DISPLAY, YOU PIECE OF CRAP!
i would like to point out that there was no profanity in that last bit of pent up frustration.
mum should be proud.
though i must also point out that, though not written, profanity has been used in relation to the computer not responding to my commands.
so, sorry mom.
anyways, i started my new job today.
working at a starbucks
in a mall food court.
its about as fun as you can imagine it.
a bunch of little jr. high girls buying caramal frapicinos (or however you spell it. i think there should be a U in there somewhere.)
on the bright side i set a new personal record for me today by being asked if i was gay within the first three hours of my employment.
usually it takes a few days.
i was pretty proud of myself.
but not proud as in the gay-pride kind of proud.
because i am not gay.
seriously.
no really, i'm not.
i am just "not like all the other guys."
which a few years ago, would have gotten me some serious game with the ladies.
now they view me as potential competition.
where am i going with this?
i really dont know.
i am just rambling tonight.
rambling and rambling.
i had a glass of wine with dinner tonight.
that could be the reason.
but i am guessing that one probably needs to drink more than three tiny sips for the wine to take effect.
probably so.
wine is bitter.
bitter wine.
at least what i drank tonight.
though i really didnt drink.
just three or four little sips.
enough for me to decide that i didnt like it.
i really have to stop typing.
this is going on way too long.
way, way too long.
goodnight.
sleep tight.
dont let the bed-bugs...
well, you know the rest.
do you know that there is actually such a thing as bed bugs?
i bet you did.
you are pretty intelligent
well, most of you are.
okay, i am seriously going to be now.
seriously
really seriously.
why cant i stop typing?
whats wrong with me?
i know that this typing is not to keep my mind off of my secret gay-ness, because with me, there is no secret gay-ness.
i promise.
10:13 p.m. - 2004-03-15
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