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GrillBurn lived from November 2000 to December 2001. These are the stories.


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American Typewriter Rules
10/11/2001 wOctober 2001
 

It used to be that I would experience something, look at something, feel something, and say "Hey, I should blog that." or "Hey, that'd be a neat blog story." But now it seems that nothing I experience would make a good blog story. Nothing. I think it's the fact that all of my personal friends know about this site, and I can't really put anything about them on here.

Like one of my friends, for instance, is having major problems dealing with getting kicked out of his house and he's suicidal and way much more than I'd like to get into. And I won't get into it, becuase I fear letting too much known about it. I'm fearing that I'm becoming a very secretive person. I guess that's not good for an online diary or a blog, or whatever you want to call this.

I've contemplated taking this site down and starting anew, with an alias, and using fake names for all my friends and people I write about. Or maybe not. I dunno. I've even contemplated quitting this all forever, but it wouldn't make that big of a deal to anyone, now would it?

Maybe it's that I'm just getting depressed again about something stupid that will blow over in a few days, or maybe I've just been depressed all these months and I'm finally snapping out of it. So many contradictions and complications are involved when someone takes on a project like this. You want people to read your personal thoughts, but you only want people to read them so they will think you're cool. But then, you don't want to be cool, because you want to hide from the world, and only your internet blog friends and your AOL friends can read your stuff. You're living a double life, one online, that is just idealized, and one based in reality (whatever that means) that has real consequences and real problems and real feelings. Blogs and online diaries blur these lines so fucking much, because you blab to your online acquaintances very personal details about your real life friends, loves, etc...

Blogs are great, wonderful, special...but they can be hurtful, spiteful, and ruining.

Talk me out of quitting.





10/04/2001 wOctober 2001
 

How can I have a crush on a girl that never goes to class!?!?!?!

In other news, my roommate from last year, Ryan, came up with a new word last night. The word is GIFE. Like wife, but with a "G". If anyone can think up a definition for this word, email me . Well, if you care, anyway. Email me anyway, I'm bored.

If you've ever come here looking for the old Hey Mercedes interview, you can find it here . Soon, I'll have the old Paris Texas interview and the old Arborvitae Records interview up here again. If I get around to it. I just might start doing interviews again. Who the hell knows?