october: 13: 1998    :    Tuesday
 

I wish I was more rage filled or more interesting or at least more   there. such that people would notice that there's more to me than meets the eye. that i am really clever and i am quick and witty and that i think through things you'd never imagine. i wish someone would notice that i am just a little bit cool. i've got good stuff going for me and i've got interests all over the place. i am very shy   insecure, but i've hidden it some. i've got walls built up that i no longer want, but no one will dare push them down and find me on the other side. but maybe that's all bullshit and i just want to say it for some personal meaning i haven't found yet. i don't really know. but i am here, come find me.

I have finally, sort of, gotten my own little thing on the web. People actually look at my site and that makes me happy. I'm just after the same thing everyone else out there is after. Recognition. In some way. So tell people. Tell them that I've got a neat little site and I update it everyday. Tell them to check it out. In the back of my mind, I want a following. Everyone should be aware of the internet.

Jim is thinking of redoing his website. He doesn't have the time, though. I've been there. I am there. He is thinking of making his site more like mine. How swell.

Today, Claire and I walked and squawked.

Damn, nothing directly written for you. Tomorrow, maybe?

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