THIS WAS THE DAILY UPDATE PAGE*
Do you care what was going on in my life at these times, you should.
October 31, 2002: Reading minds would be so convenient, although I don't think I would want to know everything that everyone is thinking about me. What I imagine is bad enough.
October 31, 2002 (supplement): You know, I've wished for too much. I feel bad if I wish for anything more. I have so much more in my life than so mamy people. To wish for more would just be greedy, and disrespectful. I'm sorry, I... I just can't help wanting certain things that are beyond my control.
October 30, 2002: Indeed the reflex is a lonely child, just waiting by the park... He's probably waiting for a bloody phone call. The problem is, you most likely won't get that phone call if the person you want to call you happens to not have your number! Bloody pride. Not very compatable with "Backbone 2.0".
October 29, 2002: Those who say that living in the past is a bad thing obviously did not have a good childhood. Sometimes our memories are the only things that keep us sane.
October 29, 2002 (supplement): I am sorry to hear of the passing of Richard Harris.
October 28, 2002: There are some uber-dumb people on this planet. Topping the list tonight... WHITE SUPREMACISTS! Way to go dingleberries!.
October 26, 2002: My apologies to those I was hanging out with tonight and left... or ditched, depending on how bobo you think I am. Let's just say I was needed... elsewhere. I do apologize. I fear what I might have forgotten. Dwell on that a while. You know where to reach me.
October 21, 2002: Shopping is difficult. Especially when places don't have what you want. Justifying is easy. Especially when places have what you want.
October 19, 2002: The Mike is coming to visit today. It shall be a romp. I have not seen the Mike in quite some time. My backbone has arrived, unfortunately it is not the "Backbone 2.0" that I ordered, but the "Backbone 1.3". I am, however, making due.
October 17, 2002: For some reason my forums are being bobo. They don't want to cooperate. I think Mark (the BFG) is moving the green sock. He denies it, but I don't believe him. I will catch him. Oh yes, I will catch him.
October 16, 2002: I don't like doing laundry. The people at the laundr-o-mat (bugger the spelling) are like vultures. "No I'm not finished with this dryer! Get knotted!" It's a scary place. I fear I will be burned at the stake if I press the dry button one more time, but my clothes are still damp. It's like a covert op just making it to the dryer without granny hailwood following me like it's Christmas Eve in the mall parking lot. Piss off! I'm in the boonies!
October 14, 2002: I spent most of the day trying to rework my website into a more than simple page and text format, which means I spent most of the day playing video games. I tried, I really did. But I couldn't think of how I wanted it to look. Or more to the point I could figure out how to do it. I mean bloody hell, what do you expect? I still can't figure out what to do with my "shits and giggles" page.
October 13, 2002: Today was a strange day. It felt like I should have been playing golf. Don't ask me why, it will only make me sound more crazy. I can't tell if I'm being led on, but to be honest it doesn't matter. If I am, that's okay, I kind of like it. Oh well.
October 12, 2002: Ahhh, I will finally have a day off in two days. It will be lovely. I plan to do fuckall, all the live long day. My "crowd" personality is in serious need of employment. It's just jonesin' to make people laugh. Gee, I miss my Dad.
October 9, 2002: I checked out Christina's site recently and she has a dreams page where she talks about her dreams. I have to figure out a way to steal this, but make it look as if I have not stolen it lest I be discovered as a plagerist.... Did I write that out loud?
October 8; 2002: Chicks should dig me, I'm a catch.
October 7, 2002: For the first time since we have had cable the Starz super weekend was indeed only a weekend. The Starz super three months is no longer in effect. Damn Cox and their dash cunningness in catching on. HOWEVER, there is another super weekend coming up next week. Perhaps they will not be as smart this time around. Ahhhhh the joy of free cable.
October 7, 2002 (supplement): This is why you should never let Simon get ahold of a camera. These faces are not commonly made by actual human beings. VISIT STATICBUDDAH.COM!
October 1, 2002: My teacher, my mentor, my hero, my friend, was sentenced to 29 years of prison today. He will be in prison for longer than I have been alive. I grieve. And in all this grief I am selfish. For at his age 29 years is a life sentence and I grieve not that he must endure the next 29 years in a cold and lonely place of incarceration, but at the fact that for the next 29 years I will be without his presence, his guidance, and his immediate care. No, he is not dead, but I fear that I may never see him on the outside again. His punishment not only punishes him, but it punishes us too. And yet I am angered that I cannot blame the punishment.
*daily does not necessarily mean "everyday"