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Archives 2004-02-25 - 12:49 a.m.


Someone tell me a joke here.

It's easy to hide away and not be noticed here, with the millions upon millons of diaries strewn about this place. Except for the spam mail, which keeps flowing in at a constant pace. My e-mail account is no longer used for e-mail, it is a Viagra repository. Please do not e-mail me, or you will be deleted, along with the rest of your family.

The building that I live in faces many buildings. Many buildings mean many people, and many families, some of whom unashamedly live in open view of my window. I see them, day in and day out, grabbing drinks from the fridge, scratching their arses, and hanging their laundry. It is almost living a pseudo life, as I feel as if I already know their names. Their nightly routine is of no particular interest to me, but when the only view you have of the world is this, it becomes your world.

Living in hotels are nice once in a while, there's one which I can stay in for a relatively low price, complete with room service. I've thought about staying there for the long term, just so I can get a night or two worth of silence. For some reason, once I dreaded this notion, now it has become a premium. Walking around butt naked is also quite underrated.

So it is then, another week of futility. She still ignores me at any given opportunity, and I still while away at my time. Studying has become a bore, and sleeping is, as always, a chore.

Where is that joke? I'm still waiting...

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