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Monday October 1 2001 - 4:43 p.m. I have not gone. I am only lurking for a minute or two. I'm just sort of sad. And the last thing Diaryland needs is more talking about being sad, believe me, I think we can all agree with that. Right? (I mean, if you want to talk about being sad, please go ahead. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, per se, it's just not the reason I, personally signed up. So. There you go.) Besides, I don't have much interesting to say about being sad. I am. There. There you go. I won't be sad for long, because I never am. So I'll be back with more wackiness. And I'm excited about it. And you are too, I know, because I can feel it from here. Especially you. Yes, you. Go put some pants on. Random guestbook signers/note leavers/people adding me to their favorites: Thank you ever so, I will be checking you out and also signing back atcha, you just caught me at a bad time, kind of like when someone calls to tell you something really cool but you can't listen to them just then because you really have to pee right now. Real bad. Something like that. I need to make several lists. I need to put some things in boxes. I need to dust. Give me a week or so. Don't go away. Please.
-Mlle R
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