5:35 p.m. - 2003-05-19
disclaimers
it seems my diary has gotten too popular, and in the interest of driving away the teeny-boppers and hangers-on, i'm going to get all in-utero on this mother and lay down some common friggin sense:
1) q. if you don't care about somebody, why are you reading their diaryland page?
2) q. attached to that one: why are you going out of your way to decipher their deliberately cryptic stream of nonsense and codenames?
3) q. following that, why are you assuming that everything that has your (code)name on it has to apply to you and only you?
some observations: everybody in this town talks about everybody else. we have nothing better to do. i've already discussed this, at length, but apparently some people don't get the point, so i'll explain it one more time: WE ALL TALK ABOUT EVERYBODY ELSE. nobody is better than anybody else on this count and nobody gets away untarred by this brush. just because one person's comments inspired this line of rumination does not mean that person is any worse of a person, or any more the object of being talked-about.
more common sense: people talking about you isn't the same thing as people not staying out of your business. if you do not understand the difference between the two, i am not surprised, but there is one.
in case you haven't figured it out by now, most of what's written in this diary is somewhere between fact and fiction. some of it is outright fiction, most of it is fact deliberately clouded in fiction because i am just tyring to ramble to myself and to a couple of other people who might be interested, mostly people in faraway places who have some interest in my goings-on. if you are not one of these people, you are obviously still welcome here but i urge you to NOT TAKE THIS THING VERY SERIOUSLY.
you wouldn't think this kind of thing would be necessary, but it is.
you would think it would be at least a teensy tiny bit effective at getting some sort of message through certain people's (delete delete) skulls, but it won't be.
hopefully i can keep personal messages out of this thing in the future, it's sooooo passe. and of course (delete delete).
i had written something much more vicious here, but why bother? after all, the person i was writing about doesn't read this, because he/she doesn't care about me.
at least, you would think that it would follow that way.
we now return to your regularly scheduled programming.
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