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Last Jan Sat Saturday, Jan. 31, 2004 - 5:45 a.m. I don't know what to write about today. Let's see. What does my horoscope say today?...
Well, that could be anything at this point. Maybe it's referring to the screen picture I took of my French friend when he flashed me today. I'll wait until he becomes famous and see if Le Monde wants what I've got. :) or not. :) And -- Of COURSE it's slow for me. It's a Saturday. --- Mary-Ellis Bunim, the co-creator of Real World, and a pioneer of reality television, has died. You watch. The funeral will be private with no cameras. --- Okay. Here's the deal about That Guy Who Reappeared. Yes I know what he's like. Yes I know to keep my guard up. The thing is -- I want to get to a place in myself where I don't have an emotional reaction either way when I see him log on -- neither good nor bad. I want to neutralize him; white-noise him. We have mutual online friends, running into them or him is basically unavoidable. Quit with a pack in my pocket. And you know what?... I'm almost there already. --- Incidentally, for what it's worth, the last person I tried to 'white-noise' was Jamie Lord. Then we fell in love. Or whatever it is that happens with a straight woman and a gay man. But -that's- because Jamie turned out -not- to be an -asshole-. I can't even remember what it was like to not love and adore the guy. So as for the previously mentioned fellow? I'm okay with things as they stand. Civility suits me just fine. --- And finally, please send good vibes to Dave Marron's wife, who was home with the grot yesterday. ---
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