2003-08-13 - 5:34 p.m.
I don't understand the morbid fascination.
I popped into Diaryland yesterday, intending to close out my account, and out of curiosity I checked my stats for the past month. I'm not running any banners or advertising. I don't have a catchy title. I've received only two emails from strangers who have read my diary. Yet at least two and as many as eight different people a day pop in to check for updates. Every day. I'm creeping up to 6000 page views, and I haven't written anything in almost a month. Who are you? What keeps you coming back? Potential heartache and sorrow? The slender hope of rekindled romance? Why won't you give up on me?
Fine. People want to know what I've been up to? Lucky for you, I miss writing. So I'm starting a new diary, but with one caveat. It will be based on the opposite premise of my last diary. No boys. No love. No dating. I guess that’s three caveats, actually. Men will appear, but only in the roles of family and friends. Side effects of romance, such as elation and woe, are too hard to contain, but the events that cause them will not be narrated. I could be getting married, and neither a posey nor a portrait would appear in this new journal. As such, it is likely to be damn boring reading, but you can take it or leave it, 'cause that's what I want to write. For now, at least.
Leave this behind. Move on to %%diary-pipesdreams%%.
