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:: Thursday, October 24, 2002 ::

I hardly think anyone comes here that often, but it should be time for me to start talking about myself, considering most visitors will be people unknown to me. And should you find elements about myself corresponding with someone you know... Wow. Coincidence. Well done, now you know my randomest, surface thoughts. hmm I'm pretty sure I haven't put anything about you here though. At least not so you'd recognize it. so HA. THERE.

Let's see. So far I've told you my age. And you can pretty much guess my gender. I don't think you'll know where I hail from or where I'm studying now. That's pretty much fine with me actually, considering how dangerous these Internet diaries can be. You might purloin my identity and then were would I be? Or worse, you might start stalking me if you knew too much about where I hung out, who I hang out with, my age, my height , my weight...

Stuff that is unneccessary, anyway. *Sigh* The problem with blogs is that it doesn't correct spelling or grammatical errors, which I have become quite used to in my essay writing on Microsoft word. It's so easy to come off as an uneducated slob. Which, sometimes I consider myself to be in relation to matter concerning life. There's so much to learn about it, and it seems like I'm getting no headway. Sadly I do not carry around a notepad to capture random thoughts, and they do become pretty garbled by the time they arrive at my other blog. Pretty abstract thoughts sometimes... And I read back and go *cringe* I wrote that?

That's not important anyway. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nothing much is. Pointless blog.

Word.

:: nimezs @ 10:24 pm [+] ::

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