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I do believe I have solved my dilemma. How does one go about producing an on-line journal, knowing there are readers out there, and still be as inane, repetitive and self indulgent as one desires? Provide handy alerts to the decent entries.
I shall continue with my New Years diatribe, as I do every year, comfortably knowing that the people who "matter" in dairyland are not paying any attention at all, for I have not placed the proper text above this entry alerting them to read this. Are you glad they're gone? I sure am. Not that I care, in fact, I don't like them and suspect they are all a pack of Hitler-loving Nazi whores, but that's for another entry.
My real bitch tonight is that I'm helpless when it comes to Ameritech. The people who answer the phones are inept, retarded and deserve to be pushed down a flight of stairs. Also, I'm pretty sure they personally hate me. Each time I call, they give me a different "window" for when the technician will arrive. Even though I AM here during the "window", he/she never comes. An hour after each "window" passes, I haul my ass to a pay phone, and they tell me the technician could not gain access. FUCKERS! I was right here the whole time! This has been going on since FUCKING TUESDAY!!!!1
I live a thousand miles from home. There are people I'd like to call as the year ends and people who want to call me. Ameritech literally expects me to wait at home from 8am to 7pm on New Years Fucking Eve and WAIT SOME MORE. The fuckers can do this because there is no other service in my area that can act as my "main provider".
Okay, this is less like my traditional New Years diatribe and more like I've had three or more beers way to fast. I'm calling it a night.
