Saturday, Dec. 30, 2000 - 9:05 pm
I told you I'd report back to you, didn't I? Aren't you proud of me? Usually I ride a wave of updating self-righteousness and I don't post until I've descended into a pit of angst for neglecting you all. Well, not so tonight!
Oh no, I'm up-diddley-dating like a m*therf*cker. I guess I've just been inspired to achieve a higher standard of diarying. I've been feeling a bit slackerish of late and though I may not pay rent, mow my own lawn, or do anything truly industrious, I can update my web page dammit!
So, so, so . . . whaddya want from me! He's taking a break and they're on vacation. And what's the deal with this? It looks like I'm the only show in town for a while. In the immortal words of Winona Ryder, "Lick it up baby, lick . . . it . . . up!"
Okay, so if you wanted posts that made sense, you wouldn't be here.
Nighty-night.
