07.16.04 � 4:14 pm

You know...I'm just never satisfied. I WANT people to read my diary, yet I get irritated when the only people reading it are google searchers looking for Carmen Electra's wedding something-or-other. Now we're back to no one reading it and I feel mildly depressed about it.

I suppose my interest factor has waned greatly since I became a kept woman and the only thing I ever talk about is named Todd.

But...I beseech you! (whatever that means!) I'm still interesting. I'm still wacky. I'm still cutting edge.

Please. Don't make me beg.

Okay, enough groveling.

It's 4:17. I'm still at work just counting the minutes until it's time to go home. I'm so exhausted and even the upcoming drive home has me annoyed.

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