THIS WAS THE DAILY UPDATE PAGE*
Do you care what happened in my life at these times, you should.
December 31, 2002: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.... WOOPTY FREAKIN' DOOO!
December 30, 2002: My New Years resolution is to lose weight, be nicer to people, quit smoking, eat right and exercise more, and never lie again. But unfortunately I will have to settle for doing my best to update my site more regularly again, (sorry Johna) for the three people that actually check it. I have indeed been busy, but that's not a real excuse. I could have found the time. Plus I will try to start making new and more interesting features, so that way I can increase my hit rate to five people! Okay then. Until tomorrow...
December 10, 2002: Oy, it's been hard to keep this thing updated lately. Anyways, I've come to realize that if I don't get this site revamped soon, then I shant ever do it. If only flash didn't hate me so much...
December 7, 2002: I love Christmas time. It's that childhood magic it always brings back.
November 23, 2002: I have to realize that just because I understand certain things, that does not mean that everyone will. Strangely enough, there are people out there who are dumber than I am.
November 21, 2002: How in the world do phone cords get that certain tangle in them? You know the one... the one where one of the spirals gets turned around, but no matter how hard you try, you can't get it to go properly back to the spiral. Don't scoff, I'm seriously going to lose sleep over this one.
November 20, 2002: I saw a boy with this shirt that said "Fuck me, I'm Mexican". Now, is that supposed to be a statement of surprise that he is annoucing to the world, like "Fuuuuucccck me! I'm fucking Mexican! Son of a bitch!"? Or the more obvious "Excuse me, you must have sex with me, for I am of latino decent."? If the latter is the case, which happens to be more likely, does his being Mexican improve his chances of getting a girl to have relations with him? Am I at a disadvantage because I am not Mexican?
November 20, 2002 (supplement): My friends inform me that that is not the case, I am at a disadvantage because I seem to talk about the size of my pee pee a little to much.
November 19, 2002: I have edited my last daily update. Due to the fact that after I re-read it, I found it abit abrasive and it sounded like I was attacking people for their concerns. That is not what I intended, the now edited parts were said in a comical and light hearted manner. However that sentiment did not translate well over the internet and it sounded, at least to me, as though it was an attack. So, rather than delete the entire post (which is what I was going to do) I edited it, for I still find its message humorous. Oh, and I hate it when people don't call you back, especially three times in a row.
November 15, 2002: ...(Deleted)! Yes I can see that my "daily updates" are a bit somber at times, or I guess "tragic" would be a better word for them, but my life is not tragic. It is quite the opposite. I just don't think anyone would want to read, "November 15, 2002: Today I ate a hot southwestern sandwich. It was good. I sold three cellphones, all with accessories. I downloaded five Lionel Richie songs and watched the special features on my new DVD. My Robin was killed early in the game but I came back with my Dove/Bullseye combo. The first draft of this message crashed my HTML program...." Who the hell bloody cares about that? It actually happened to me, and I don't even find it interesting to read about. The general public is more intested in conflict. Even 7th Heaven has conflict. Why do you think soap operas are so damn popular among middleaged house... people? Because people like to think about other people's problems so that their problems don't seem too bad, or forget them completely. Just look at the news, "Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah and on the one-O-one there was a gagillion car pile up that killed the entire population of Texas." Gawker blocks? Huh, yeah that's what I thought. People are drawn to misfortune. SO, I write things that make you think, "Gee, I wonder what the hell that was all about?" I even created a forum so that you could ask me questions to explain my daily thougths and happenings. But nooooooooooooooooo everyone just went on assuming "(deleted)." That's fine, (deleted) just as long as it sparks that little lightbulb up there that says "huh? What the hell happened?" With that look of 'Quoi' upon your face.
November 10, 2002: I am always reluctant to say things of this nature, but right now I don't care. I believe in miracles. I believe in God and miracles and devine intervention. Miracles happen every day, they're happening to you right now, no, wait...............now they're happening. I'm not a good person, I know that, but there is no way that my life could be this good if it weren't for "something" sticking its nose in my business. And what ever it is (I happen to call it God), I thank it. Sincerely, and publicly I thank it. What, you don't think that God reads my website?
November 7, 2002: Those who say that rejection is "no big deal" have obviously not been rejected before.* Damn them. I am growing bitter in my old age.
*Side note: No, I was not rejected (at this time), this update stemmed from a conversation with a coworker about her fear of rejection.
November 6, 2002: =*(
November 5, 2002: Why do I stick my nose in other people's business. Other than just being nosy, is it because I hope that I can make their situation better, or is it because I fancy them? I think I'll go with option 1, it sounds less shallow.
November 4, 2002: I'm workin' on it Simon! Geez, give a guy a break. You know I do work two jobs... and my city keeps falling apart.
November 3, 2002: Sacrifices. Do we make them so that we will feel better about ourselves, or are they truly selfless acts? Me, being the selfish person that I am, make them so that girls who see this will think "Wow, what a selfless person. I'll bet he's a very giving lover."
*daily does not necessarily mean "everyday"