I was going to write about being isolated...
...and how noone ever listens to or appreciates the
brilliant shit I write or say anymore; it was to be
titled "isolation chamber."
I logged on to this bitch to discover that I have a fan
(or someone who has read at least one of my entries)! I
mean, it could have just been someone parusing my-
diary.org, dropping random comments on diary entries whose
titles contain key dirty words like "fucking".
Or it could just be my girlfriend making up fake email
addresses to post comments like she used to, though I
would be shocked (and encouraged) if she were able to take
a minute out of her hectic social calander to read/comment
on one of my things. Love you, hun!
But, whoever you are, I just want to thank you
publically for your feedback and for unknowingly quashing
what was sure to be another brilliant, pity-seeking, peice
of shit thought documentation.
I'll work on the laziness, but this could end up being the
last entry for months. Impossible to tell.