this bloggin thing isn't as cool as I thought it would be. could it be that (gasp) its not hip anymore? people are becoming disillusioned, verbally attacked by anonymous people drifting out there in the intangeable tangles of the world wide web. There was a time not so long ago when every weblog had a commenting system, but now its a novelty when I find one that still has one. It hurts, when you spell out your heart and soul, only to have it heavily criticized and be called abusive names. we're just talking talking talking, millions of us.
Dican's back. I thought she was dead, and I couldn't even ask where she went because she'd taken her guestbook down. I'd even taken her off the list of links i've got on the left side of the screen. Here she is, a mere 18 years old ladies and gents, studying like there's no tomorrow at Harvard, or some such college. Thing is, i used to study all the time too, but the difference with her is that she can design a really imaginative website, and she's got a lovelife. at the moment i'm just wasting my life away looking for inspiration from the www. and dreaming for a date. any date.
Confessionalism.com is back (kind of) as well. here's another teenager with growing up angst. He wanted to close his site, but its clear even to me that he can't quite let go.
Went to Wimbledon on Friday. Got a sun tan on my nose. Saw Monica Seles, Martina Navratilova, Todd Woodbridge, that Nalbadian bloke and that Danilidou girl. You know I was thinking what is the female equivilant of bloke? and the only one i could come up with was bird! not that I was about to use it ofcourse. Must think of a word. saw the guy who beat pete Sampras play. Man oh man was he crap. I spent the day there with this 24 year old Italian guy - which i know sounds quite impressive, but it wasn't like that. he was sweet, a real gent and all, but a touch too gimpy for my liking. Plus he kept leaning into me and poking my arm whenever he wanted to say something to me, which was often, and i'm not too good with people invading my personal space. Plus he had bad breath, which to be fair wasn't his fault, but it still wasn't a pleasant experience. Still, I learned some Italian. per que? Per favore, piccolo gato, carne, tea con latte freddo, or something.
Dican's back. I thought she was dead, and I couldn't even ask where she went because she'd taken her guestbook down. I'd even taken her off the list of links i've got on the left side of the screen. Here she is, a mere 18 years old ladies and gents, studying like there's no tomorrow at Harvard, or some such college. Thing is, i used to study all the time too, but the difference with her is that she can design a really imaginative website, and she's got a lovelife. at the moment i'm just wasting my life away looking for inspiration from the www. and dreaming for a date. any date.
Confessionalism.com is back (kind of) as well. here's another teenager with growing up angst. He wanted to close his site, but its clear even to me that he can't quite let go.
Went to Wimbledon on Friday. Got a sun tan on my nose. Saw Monica Seles, Martina Navratilova, Todd Woodbridge, that Nalbadian bloke and that Danilidou girl. You know I was thinking what is the female equivilant of bloke? and the only one i could come up with was bird! not that I was about to use it ofcourse. Must think of a word. saw the guy who beat pete Sampras play. Man oh man was he crap. I spent the day there with this 24 year old Italian guy - which i know sounds quite impressive, but it wasn't like that. he was sweet, a real gent and all, but a touch too gimpy for my liking. Plus he kept leaning into me and poking my arm whenever he wanted to say something to me, which was often, and i'm not too good with people invading my personal space. Plus he had bad breath, which to be fair wasn't his fault, but it still wasn't a pleasant experience. Still, I learned some Italian. per que? Per favore, piccolo gato, carne, tea con latte freddo, or something.
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