this is the very first update ever sent out from my apartment.
i, after six years, have ready access to the internet.
i feel rich. and not just good parent rich but like oil tycoon rich. decadently rich.
ah, look at me, lighting my cigars with my hundred dollar bills; throwing my fine crystal glasses into the fire place after only drinking a moderate sip of the finest champagne that filled them; paying my bills on time; yes, its good to be this wealthy.
thirty-three dollars a month may seem like a fortune to you poor people. probably more than what you make in a year. but not me, oh no, i have been blessed friend. blessed indeed.
so, of course, what this means to you, dear reader, is that you will now have to put up with my incessant, leaky-faucet like, ramblings at a much greater volume.
hell, i may even write another entry later today. i can. i dont even have to put on my shoes. or pants.
life is good, friends.
very good.
8:04 p.m. - 2006-11-08
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