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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Tuesday, 9 February 1999

9 February 1999

I spent today waiting in queues at uni, getting my fees receipt, paying my union fees, getting my ID card. The picture on my ID card is WAY better than last years, though it still isn't that great. And then I went to the centre city supermarket with midget gurl to get a ride home. Then it happened, I saw someone who I spent all of my BIO115 labs drooling over was there shopping from the freeezer. Lets just say i know what I'll be dreaming about tonight. The god-help-me good looking anatamy student.... drool. I don't know why I bother even looking though, I could never get anyone with that kind of body, looking the way I do. I'm just not destined to find love with one of the beautiful people. Gosh darn it.
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