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June 24, 2002

THWACK! Planet thumpin’.

Well I called off my listless pursuit of that fellow most of you met at my party. It’s a shame and I feel bad, but he was this good looking, smart, funny, kind, interesting person and the whole time I was overwhelmed with suspicion. What’s he doing hanging around me then, I wondered, if he’s so great. I think deep down I figured he was hiding something. It’s amazing what getting dumped will do to a girl’s ego.

Okay, just kidding, I am still the most egotistical ball of carbon ever to hit the planet.

Speaking of…you will doubtless have noticed the Fiction link and its single schizophrenic entry. The first sentence in it came to me in a dream, and the rest there’s no excuse for. Basically it’s like this: I need a venue to stick my stuff on but I do not need a readership. So what I really want is to someday be published and then have all copies of my book stuck in a warehouse and forgotten until I am dead. In other words, please feel free NOT to click on the Fiction page. And if you do, then you deserve what you get. Insert ominous Winamp file here.

Here’s what I like: Balderdash (though not as much as Dictionary)

Here’s what I don’t like: When I go see A Midsummer Night’s Dream and the director casts Lysander as a foppish tart and inserts random lesbian subtext into the conversations between Helena and Hermia.

Here’s what is taller than me: Stonehenge.

Here’s what I want most: To go on a walking tour of the Swiss Alps.

Here’s what my next blog will have: More content.

Posted by didofoot at June 24, 2002 12:00 PM

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