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...today I downloaded a counter for my journal, when I got home from work and checked it I almost peed myself...

It said that I had eleven hits (I remember being responsible for 6 of them while editing) then I went to check the ISP's of the visitors and discovered that my counter sucked, and didn't track anything but numbers. My new one is much better, but I bet those people won't come back...I bet that they were me all along.

Oh well, this is for me anyways, right? It's a tool as well as an art form. This is expression, and very public at that. Come, don't come...I'll still be here.

January 6, 2000
A point/counterpoint entry, featuring; Sarah Guinn and The Bee That Almost Flew In The Window(TBTAFITW).
We apologize in advance for (TBTAFITW)'s filthy mouth, however, for our journalistic integrity we choose to leave this unedited.

Rupert, (TBTAFITW); Thank you Jesus, Big Daddy and the Spook! That crazy bitch in the Mazda almost fucking creamed me! I was drifting towards the Red Cross building minding my own godamned business and WHAM!

Sarah Guinn; "But you don't really love me...you just keep me hangin' on....WOOOHOOOwoOO!" Whoa! That bee almost flew right into my eye! Got lucky for once.

Rupert, (TBTAFITW); I mean, what the fuck do I have to do to just fly from point A to point B? It was my first day out of the hive in Christ knows how long and that singing cunt has to ruin the whole godamned trip. This happens every fucking time.

Sarah Guinn; I have to remember to put my window up after I finish smoking next time.

Rupert, (TBTAFITW); Fucking bitch.

Sarah Guinn; "Get outta my life why don't you bbabe....WOOOHOOOwoOO!"

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