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whole lotta nothing ~ February 3, 2002 - 1:55 a.m. I've got no clue what to write today. the only real reason I'm writing is that I promised myself that I would update every day if it was at all possible. and it's possible, just not feeling real thrilling at the moment. ozone's housemate was out of the house tonight, so we made an only partially successful attempt at getting cozy in front of the fireplace. he's down there now, snoring on the mattress in front of the fire. I made sure, earlier, that it would be okay with him if I came upstairs and did some writing after he fell asleep. since that's something like a nightly ritual for me lately. I've been cruising other people's diaries lately, hitting the "random" buttons on a few of my rings, to see if I can find someone who really turns me on. half the diaries I get to seem broken in some way. one had no writing, just a link to some online movie service (which was not identified as such)-- I suspect they're getting paid for everyone who clicks that link, since it's the only thing on the page. one I thought was really hard to read, until the background finished loading and it was -impossible- to read. one was a girl saying, hey, here's my new diary thingie, yay-- but she never wrote in it again, and that was two months ago. sigh. if and when I find someone I feel like reading on a regular basis, you'll know, I'll add them to my links. I wish I had something more to say.
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