January 11, 2002 :: 12:50 p.m.
I blame it on the junk mail
I went to check my email, and saw that there were 2 new messages.
Nice, I thought,
maybe someone signed my guestbook. However... no. Junk mail. Something about oil prices and something asking if I'm earning what I'm worth. Considering that I'm earning nothing at the moment, I guess the answer to that last one would be no. Hopefully that will change sometime soon. Getting off my ass and trying to find a job would probably speed things along, but hey. I'm lazy and unmotivated. I may as well be as such while I still can, because before too terribly long I'll be forced to join the ranks of the adult world. Ugh. Goddess help me.
I have nothing else to write about. I just wanted to inform everyone that junk mail sucks. If I ever commit suicide, my note will read as follows:
Dear World,
The junk mail made me do it.
Har har har. Truly.
Edited at 1:05 p.m. I just took a quiz that informed that I am naked. At the moment, I am not.
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