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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

For The Public

I sit here staring at an empty screen wondering what to write. It has been months since I have chronicled anything eventful about my uneventful life... Yet the public cries out for the slightest bit of insight into my daily meanderings. Very Well. I shall write again.

I search back into my memories and sift through them, fishing for anything worth recording onto this digital journal. Where should I begin? Much has happened since November 29th.

I used to write the pages of my life religously, no matter how insignificant the events of the day were; but I realize how long this entry can get if I choose to go that route.

I glance to my right and the blazing red numbers on my alarm clock read 12:23 AM. My eyelids gain twenty pounds as I realize I've wasted precious time wondering what to write instead of simply writing. I stretch. I yawn.

Nadine sends me an instant message. She reminds me it has been a while since November. I chuckle at her timing. Here I am wondering what to write, and the public senses it... like sharks, smelling a drop of blood miles away.

Fuck you, Tom. OK. Let's start there.

Tom is one of the reasons that the public has had to wait since November. His site irritates me to no end, but yet I am compelled to use it, to stay "connected". For some reason beyond my understanding, this man has created a site in an attempt to network the entire internet culture, yet fails to provide the means by which we can all maintain a simultaneous connection. Errors plague me every single time I try to log in, ultimately resulting in me kicking my computer and resorting to more primitive means of communication such as cell phones or face-to-face interaction.

Hmm.

The public still waits to know what has happened during my hiatus from the net. Funny how most of them experienced most of it right beside me when it happened, yet they beg for it all to be analyzed, sliced, diced, and neatly packaged for their reading pleasure.

Very well. I'll tell it all. Chapter by chapter.

For those that stayed behind as I traveled to frozen lands of Minnesota on my quest for higher understanding. For those that did not dance on that cold december night in Astoria as we celebrated the day I exited the womb. For those who have never have spent a night clinking longnecks and guzzling them down as someone videotapes you on their motorola phone in a cold brooklyn garage. For those that didn't spend their New Year's morning in an emergency room. Even for those of you that never witnessed the bowl of onion dip making it's way toward an expensive Asian rug in slow motion. Yes... I'll recount all of it, and then some...

Starting tomorrow.








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And you my friend, are the shark.



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