<header>Diary 49</header>

03-21-98


Amazing...for about 5 minutes, it was snowing tonight.

Well, it wasn't just a rumour. Katie's actually dating some guy..named Chris. Never met him, I don't think. This is just further proof, I think. I shouldn't have had to hear about this through someone first. I'm not blaming her. It's as much my fault, if not more.

Sometimes I wonder what everyone outside Dirk thinks of me; I seem to be becoming so incredibly trivial.

I read in someone's journal that it's unethical to retro-post entries after the day of the entry has passed. I think that's bullshit. The stuff still happened. You just didn't put it up for all the world to see yet.

I'm definitely visiting Deb next week-end. All I need are the directions.

It seem Geocities has seen fit to bequeath 3 more MB's of space upon its subjects, for a total of 6. I'm so happy, I could dance.

I was in the pet store, looking at the cute little long-haired hamsters, and I felt a sudden rush of guilt, as though I were being unfaithful to my hamster, Blitzkrieg. So, I decided to clean her cage. Was she grateful? Of course not. She ran around the clean cage, stuffing the fresh bedding into her mouth for no apparent reason, then began searching for a place to puke it out.

Why do I get these things as pets? I'm sure the little thing hates me. Maybe I should get a bitchy mobile green rock like Katie.


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