And still have no idea what is with the flood of Turkmenistan pageviews flooding this blog and in the last few weeks outdoing everyone else for the entire history of it. My English is unpredictable and poorly proofed even when I am using it right. My identity isn't worth stealing as all I am is poor. So freaking poor. And I really can't think what I ramble about that could be interesting to anyone.
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.
Sunday, 5 April 2020
Finally
And still have no idea what is with the flood of Turkmenistan pageviews flooding this blog and in the last few weeks outdoing everyone else for the entire history of it. My English is unpredictable and poorly proofed even when I am using it right. My identity isn't worth stealing as all I am is poor. So freaking poor. And I really can't think what I ramble about that could be interesting to anyone.
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