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.
Friday, 13 December 2019
What a way to celebrate being basically a corpse now
After seeing Shitlord and him 'living up to expectations' had set the day off to a pretty shite start, I then just saw too much of my family.
Lunch with dad and Ev, then shopping with dad, then an evening of going to a Naval Reserve event for dad, with Ev. Then a late dinner out with them.
Too much family.
Though late afternoon I had the distraction of my mattress finally being picked up, hopefully to get fixed.
Left in its place in a Loan Mattress.
The concept of a loan mattress is not pleasant. It does seem super clean, but still....
Am still so annoyed about seeing Shitlord and the way he behaved.
After having received all that nagging about how I owe him continued friendship, he really wasn't backing that up.
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