Day 194

130am, I missed day 193 by just an hour and change.

Did I do this knowingly? Yes. What, you ask, could possibly motivate me to divert my attention away from this blog for a day? After all the times I've spent rushing home, borrowing other people's laptops or pc's at parties, and if necessary getting up early in the morning to accomodate, what occasioned me to ignore the duty?

A girl, of course. And what a girl.


Some days really are for the books. They come by once every so often, the days upon which the elements of earth and emotion coalesce into a singular intangible memory. This memory burns into a deep cranny of the mind, like a glowing crackling fire, to stay and warm the soul for many cold days to come.

Was today one of those days? Maybe, I suppose I'll find out someday when I look back.

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Max said…
Well, In the 250ish entries I've published over the last year I've received maybe 5 genuinely useless, mean-spirited comments, all anonymous, and possibly all (or mostly) from the same person.

Now, for the internet, that is a very low number. But nonetheless I'm just going to censor them from now on. I trouble over this decision, because I don't want to disrupt people's ideas should they so choose to offer them. So, I shall reserve censoring strictly to comments that serve absolutely no purpose other than to insult.

If anyone wants to be cruely subversive toward me, I invite them to be so while looking me in the eyes, and with the confidence and honesty that these nameless pot shots lack dearly. That's more than fair :)
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