A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
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.
Saturday, 16 March 2019
Orphans are the luckiest.
At least Ev means well, but is just a bit terrible at humaning (possibly even worse at it than I am, which is concerning). The more it goes on the more certain I am that Johnny is just an awful person.
Fuck. Now Johnny is alternating between massively Islamophobic comments and declarations about how the “soft racism of liberals” is the only actual racism involved. Mostly in relation to Trudeau’s response.
And he huffs and sighs at anyone talking about protecting the Islamic community on the news.
He is so objectionable.
I find myself hoping he is insane, so there is an excuse.
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