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, 15 May 2020
Level 2 life
It was most irksome.
Today in building related news, the token hot builder turned up first the first time since lock down just as the site was shutting down for the weekend. he had clearly been to the hairdresser in the two days they have been a thing again. It reduced his hotness.
His hotness had already been marred how how clearly certain of his own hotness he is. Clear vanity on top of that is mostly undoing it all.
Such a shame when a pretty face is spoilt by its efforts to be appreciated as a pretty face.
Though this may just be my subconscious bias based on Shitlord and his possibly being a narcissist (in the clinical sense).
Otherwise today has been reading (yesterday was spent listening to TV shows that didn't need watched) because my eyes and screens are not getting alone. Even the couple of minutes I have been at this is pushing the limits of what I can take.
Oh, and Susan, a friend from high school, brought me around an ice cream tub of homemade pumpkin soup.
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