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06/02/2003
didja miss me?
Didja miss me? Did you miss my delicious, salty-honey smell? Did you miss being pressed up against me? Did you miss my monstrous literary schlong rubbing up against you? I'll bet you did. The measure of your worth as a human being is how you reacted to that. Don't be one of the bad people. Use me in moderation. I can see your IP addresses. You in particular, Ms. 24.163.211.43, have visited my diary 69 times in the ten days since it went up. And a handful of you have been here more than 30 times. Don't get hooked on me, because you'll only learn to hate me when we lose our connection. +++++++++
My server went down for about six hours today, and for a dark, frightening burp of time, we lost our connection to one another.
The new Trucker Fags is in, as well as a nice article about ice cream.