Disclaimer

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.






Click Here for the old site, as backed up by Wayback Machine (I have gone with the 2007 version as it is the latest that is still before vodafone crunched a bunch of my files)

Sunday, 11 July 1999

11 July 1999

I had a nice relaxed day yesterday, I didn't leave the house. I even managed to miss the rugby completely :o). I was in no mood for BLACK OUT Day. I couldn't care less about rugby if I tried.
I today wasn't all that much better. I love sloth. I watched "Air Force One" on video and worked on an NPC for Nightbane that I have been making for AGES. And did LOTS of laundry. *says in cheesey mid-american white-trash girl voice* "Hoi, this is Matthew's laundrette, how may I help you?".
Anyways, I have a dream. A dream where all mean live together in freedom. :oÞ. Actually, my dream is about having a internet service provider that doesn't hate me. Geocities had been tolerable, but since it merged with Yahoo! it has just got annoying. So hopefully by the end of this month I'll have everingthing I need a my IHUG page, so I can leave this one to rot. Then this page can sit here, unchanged and unloved forever. MUHahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa. (I was maniacally laughing, much).
Later.

No comments:

Post a Comment