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| January 5, 2002 |
| Oh dear sweet god. It's the frigging new year. Let of never speak of 2001 again. Except maybe for money, because I need money. Not much interesting has happened. It's a side effect of being in the house all day every day. Another side effect is an increase in crackpot ideas. Most recently that I could make money selling crafts on eBay. Because it seems that people will buy anything, particularly if it's 'cute'. Then it occured to me that I hate eBay, as I have no means of transportation it would be impossible to ship packages or get supplies, and people can figure out how to make this stuff on their own. Other crackpot ideas have included, fortune telling, cause I know more about tarot cards then Ms. Cleo and I can fake a southern or scottish accent. "Aye, call Ms. Tina. She'll tell you if the future holds haggis, or deep-fried Mars bars." This idea lasted about 5 minutes, the time it takes the devil cats to moew loud enough to wake me up. The amazing gthing is that despite the steady stream of insane ideas, I don't drink or use drugs, so it's all me baby. Oh, yeahhh.... Well, I best get off the computer before my father wants to make a phone cal or something. Bye. |
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