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Dear Diary

So I’ve been a little scarce to say the least. Swamped with work, lack of interest, just one more project tossed aside and abandoned in that bottomless pit of Shit I Started. Before I took up blogging I used to IRC every chance I got. Then I took a dabble at turn-based multiplayer online games and fantasy football. For all of 4 days. That quilt I’ve been meaning to finish for the last 5 years, the corrections of my thesis I’m supposed to submit before I can graduate all just add to the list of things I started then faded off like that cheap dress you washed once. But in spite of my attention deficit disorder I’ve managed to keep a diary ever since I got my first one on my 9th birthday. It was one of those Hello Kitty diaries with a tiny key, which I used to update obsessively with mundane details like whether I used Colgate or Signal to brush my teeth that morning and always started with "Dear Diary, today I...". Keeping record of my thoughts/feelings must be ingrained in my DNA, because year in year out it is the one project that has persisted throughout my life. I think I need to be heard, even if it’s just me listening. So here I go with another pointless post. If I keep at it long enough, one day I might actually find out that I have a steered myself into a serious journalist oozing with literary talent…
Sure. And I’m also a fairy princess with untold beauty and grace.

Anyway, I was going to Blog about my new apartment but I’m feeling moody and very irritable today, compounded by an extreme case of sleep deprivation. I still manage my fake sweet smile, but if you listen closely you’ll hear the obscene retorts between clenched teeth. My facial expression says Oh Lawrence, you’re so funny but I’m thinking Fucking twat. That’s the lamest joke I’ve ever heard.
So, I'll save it for another day.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow! You ARE alive! I was starting to get a bit concerned...

Kisses - Carrie
9/30/2005 2:26 PM
Bent Fabric said…
She lives! Welcome back. :) I've missed your posts, even if they are by your definition pointless.
9/30/2005 5:40 PM
Lyn said…
Thx ladies.
10/01/2005 3:26 PM
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