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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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Wednesday, 11 March 2020

Turkmenistan now?

For some reason my recent entries are getting a lot of interaction from Turkmenistani IP addresses.  Which makes even less sense than the Portugal.  And at least Portugal seems to have been one person reading back through the banality of my sub-mediocre existence.  The hits from Turkmenistan are all just on the most recent couple of entries.
I almost hope that my terribad English is being used to train someone how to speak proper.....

And yes, I remembered some of what I wanted to say about the final group thing (after waking from a shameless sex dream (which obviously contained no sex as my sex dreams never do - just to remind me how I have no game even in my dreams)).
The coordinator took me aside at the end to make sure I had signed up to something else.  Apparently I am one of the more concerning in the group - which seems weird as I was defusing everything with awkward comedy and the group otherwise contained some clearly unhappy people.

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