It's something I'm sure all blogger go through in their blogging blog goodness (blog blog blog, there, have I said the word enough times now?). Lots of stuff is happening, but I really can't say anything, because people involved might read about it in the blog. Well, realistically, they won't, but they might. Actually, they probably will, for the first time ever.

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"Hey Ted, have you ever checked out Gene's blog before?" "Why no, Judith, it never really occurred to me." "Let's look it up now, while we wait for our ebay bids!"

[Dec 1, 2006: I've finally had it with that bitch Judith and her screechingly annoying "boyfriend" Ted, if you can call that horse a "boy" at that. Tomorrow I'm supposed to meet them for ice-skating, when I'd rather just sit at home and puke up my guts. Which would probably look better then Judith, in that thing she calls a sweater. I wish I had some real people to be my friends.]

"I'm going to punch that fucker's head off tomorrow. Judith, call my lawyer!"

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The appeal of an anonymous blog is growing, after all, it is the supposedly the inevitable result of blogging. But I can barely muster the effort to maintain this mountain of self-absorbed crap, so that seems a dubious prospect at best. Instead, I'll probably just fester inside for a few months, and insert a opaque post in between updates on which toenail is growing the fastest (right pinky toe). Maybe I'll start political blogging, and that way guarantee that nobody will read my blog.

Oh, and Ted, I'll see you tomorrow.