dear thirty one thousand two hundred and forty six diary,
i used to get so fucking excited when my stawker head count would grow by the hundreds. when it got to 9999, i almost wet my pants sending picture text messages to all of my friends. how annoying i must have been. whenever anyone would call me, one of the first things always asked, "what is your head count up to today?" after i reached the tenthousand mark, i kind of quit watching 'the count' so much. i figured they were all prolly arabs. but then i installed this cool little site watcher gadget and low and behold, they weren't all arabs. anyway, i just love all the patience and love you faithful readers have shown me. i am happy to have shared the last year of my life with all of you. i do hope every single person who has ever laughed, or been pissed, or drawn any sort of emotion, useful or otherwise, from my drivel, well i do hope they are able to find a replacement whore within 18 days.
i used to get so fucking excited when my stawker head count would grow by the hundreds. when it got to 9999, i almost wet my pants sending picture text messages to all of my friends. how annoying i must have been. whenever anyone would call me, one of the first things always asked, "what is your head count up to today?" after i reached the tenthousand mark, i kind of quit watching 'the count' so much. i figured they were all prolly arabs. but then i installed this cool little site watcher gadget and low and behold, they weren't all arabs. anyway, i just love all the patience and love you faithful readers have shown me. i am happy to have shared the last year of my life with all of you. i do hope every single person who has ever laughed, or been pissed, or drawn any sort of emotion, useful or otherwise, from my drivel, well i do hope they are able to find a replacement whore within 18 days.
