I wasn't sure if I had to tell people about this thing. It's probable to read this without me actually telling you where to look. Should I be ashamed? Maybe. And I? I'm not. Look.. Dems da conditions. I'm on the web, fine. Anyone can read if they want. Kids are checking friendster and finding this that way. I guess I had forgotten I streamed it there. Whoops. I thought people were done with friendster, had moved on to myspace, and then offline where they belong. But, friendster is a good place to find someone you knew, thought you knew, or want to know. Or, you could ask them. Seems you could get in less trouble that way. I'm not trying to be mean. I mean it's curiosity that killed the cat, or the journalist. --beep-beep, man that was a good hour. But, you have to be careful what you look for. You have to be certain you want to read what you are looking up, I guess. That's fair. I'm accountable for what I write. You for what you read. You certainly don't have to. Me neither. You don't have to document the fact that you were here, saw what you saw. I won't be able to tell. You don't have to tell me later that you stumbled across something interesting on my, uh, blog(?). You don't. But you can. Can comment. Can leave remarks. Start conversations. Discuss. Can question me, that's for sure. But then again you don't have to. I'm not doing this for you. I like to hear myself type. There's a flow. The click, click, clicking makes my head agree in rhythmn. I'll do it when I can. I'll type for fun if I have to. No one on the other end?...
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