No Boys Allowed: Clarification

Clarification

Monday, Jan. 05, 2004: 9:26 p.m.

In case the phrase, "Ha! Now you fucking have to talk to me if you want to know what's going on." caused confusion, here's a slightly more drawn out comment on what I meant.
Online diary- purpose: to log and share the events in the writer's life
Diary- purpose: to log the events in the writer's life for his or her own perusal
This particular online diary has succeeded in starting fights with Chris, Jenny, Lisa, Kelsey (I believe), Stitchy, and probably others still with whom I do not remember fighting. Some things should not be logged where others may see, and therefore it's just easier to log everything where no one can see. There will be no further explaining myself, no further defending myself, and no further censoring myself. If no one else reads it, no one else gets hurt, offended, pissed off, misinformed, mislead, or otherwise messed with. I may continue to announce things here, so if I bother to update, I should say it warrants checking on, but no longer will there be full fledged entries because I'm just not fucking comfortable doing it, and why should I have to fight with the goddamn diaryland server if I'm just going to lock it? It's a hell of a lot easier to just transfer everything to my old computer.
It amazes me how many times I locked and unlocked this or else threatened to move. This is for real, and I'm sure no one believes me because I cry wolf so often, but believe me or not, the coming days will prove this true. I also do not much intend to keep up on anyone else's diary, so if there is a piece of writing that you wish me to see, either email it to me or draw my attention to it.
Statements made herein that I don't want to talk about things still apply unless I specifically bring it up, however, my initial remark was with regard to any further developments in my life, not necessarily what's going on right now.
There. I believe my bases are covered and I can beat a hasty departure with a clean conscience.
NP: Untitled by The Cure

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Clarification Monday, Jan. 05, 2004: 9:26 p.m. In case the phrase, "Ha! Now you fucking have to talk to me if you want to know what's going on." caused confusion, here's a slightly more drawn out comment on what I meant. Online diary- purpose: to log and share the events in the writer's life Diary- purpose: to log the events in the writer's life for his or her own perusal This particular online diary has succeeded in starting fights with Chris, Jenny, Lisa, Kelsey (I believe), Stitchy, and probably others still with whom I do not remember fighting. Some things should not be logged where others may see, and therefore it's just easier to log everything where no one can see. There will be no further explaining myself, no further defending myself, and no further censoring myself. If no one else reads it, no one else gets hurt, offended, pissed off, misinformed, mislead, or otherwise messed with. I may continue to announce things here, so if I bother to update, I should say it warrants checking on, but no longer will there be full fledged entries because I'm just not fucking comfortable doing it, and why should I have to fight with the goddamn diaryland server if I'm just going to lock it? It's a hell of a lot easier to just transfer everything to my old computer. It amazes me how many times I locked and unlocked this or else threatened to move. This is for real, and I'm sure no one believes me because I cry wolf so often, but believe me or not, the coming days will prove this true. I also do not much intend to keep up on anyone else's diary, so if there is a piece of writing that you wish me to see, either email it to me or draw my attention to it. Statements made herein that I don't want to talk about things still apply unless I specifically bring it up, however, my initial remark was with regard to any further developments in my life, not necessarily what's going on right now. There. I believe my bases are covered and I can beat a hasty departure with a clean conscience. NP: Untitled by The Cure I'm feeling rather The rest of the world's pretty If Faery were a cartoon, she'd feel: See who's signed their life away~Sign your life away	Faery dosen't do boys 'cause faery dosen't screw boys when asked why faery doth reply: "because boys break their toys." in rain or shine the faery does just fine with girls who have the time to talk and respect her, instead of gawk whereas, boys just whine "males suck!" she did exclaim "anyone with half a brain would ignore them just the same" "And although they aren't all bad dating them just makes me sad" and being sad's just lame. a short limerick by teh Faery and Silvie
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