5 August
So, ICQ is just my downfall. I'm acting like this little kid, like somebody who just got a computer.
You see, I never chat, I'm just not interested in talking to strangers, and I'm not very friendly or social or nice or anything, and I just want to be left alone (you know, until I actually am left alone, and then I start whining about how I have no friends and nobody loves me), but now I have lots of friends online, not strangers, and I'm a-chatting.
Every morning this week, Amanda comes on just as I'm desperately trying to finish up my entry and leave, and our chats go pretty much like this:
AMANDA
Are you writing your entry?ME
Yes, and I can't think of a thing to write and the cats aren't fed and I am stark naked and filthy dirty and I have to leave the house in five minutes!AMANDA
Well, write that!ME
I'm always writing that!
Last night, though, I was dishing the diarist.net nominations with Lucy for hours and hours and didn't get to bed until 3a.
I don't put my votes up like some people do, for though I love reading people's votes, I don't think that I should play favourites. I will say though, that among many wonderful nominees is my friend Amy--yay Amy! In private, though, it was so much fun to vote while talking to somebody, like when I used to watch TV on the phone with a friend.
Anyway, I wasn't looking at the clock and then it was the middle of the damn night, and I didn't even notice that the cable had gone out, and I had to get up at 9.45a for an auction, and then I went back to bed and slept until 1p, and I suddenly remembered what it was like to be in my twenties.
This morning (afternoon), Dreama and I chatted for a minute, until I realized that I could easily stay in the house all day if I kept this up, and it was the first nice day in two weeks, so I excused myself and spent the afternoon in the backyard.
It's insidious! I'll turn into a mole again...or I would if I didn't have a job.
Special thanks to Bill Chance for sending me this link!
I'm amazed that none of the famed Austin journallers (or this one) are going to those concerts, because were they in NY, I certainly would. On the other hand, I don't much want to see all these pathetic, deluded girls, who should certainly know that they haven't a chance, let alone be mistaken by one of them as one of themselves, rather than the One True Girlfriend.
Besides, I don't need to go, you know, 'cause it's like not needing to watch a video because I own it and can watch it any time I like.
And speaking of the love of my inner life, I don't know about you, but I find this kinda cute.
She is welcome to fantasize about my man all she likes, because I know in my heart that it won't do her a bit of good. Honestly, as though anything could break up one of the great non-existent romances in history!
And speaking of the Austin articles, there are also three more, this one and this one and this one, and they are very well-written and interesting, especially the one that includes me!
The inclusion of the word "Kymm" as long as it is not in close proximity to the words "banal", "idiotic", "bitch" or "sucks", improves any article.
And we're still talking about cravings, being behind the times, bug invasions (some quite revolting stories!), irrational fears, family legends, what to write about when there's nothing to write about, children's books and the first lines quiz (now with answers!), swearing, our top ten songs, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.
Today's horoscope:
Curiosity about how things work is stronger today. Don't ask embarrassing questions, but do increase your understanding.
One year ago today:
I swear, if they make this without me I'm stabbing myself in the retinas with a chef's knife.
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