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02/12/2003 Entry: "The Forbidden Post."

I've been avoiding writing here because I had been in such a god-damn awful mood these past few days, that I just knew no good would come out of it. Foul mood. Nothing to say. Not posting makes foul mood worse. Wash, rinse, repeat.

The Boyfriend and I in the car the other night discussed the futility of posting a Weblog entry about not having a Weblog entry; I'm hoping that by posting about that conversation, I've achieved a certain level of meta-data that elevates it from mediocrity. Didn't work, did it?

So why not go all out? I'll posting about the latest Weblog meme I've seen: GeoURL. Hi, neighbors!

And this Mind-Reading Flash program which was an email forward. Blew my mind for a few tries until I figured out how it was coded.

While we're here, let's go off the shark-infested deep end of forbidden Weblog topics: My haircut. I've had far worse haircuts, but the moment I felt the clippers on an unfamiliar part of my head, I knew I was in for it. You know when you get a new hair cut and people say things about it? Well, imagine that something drastic happens to your head and nobody says anything. You know that they're not sure what to say about it besides, "It'll grow back."

What other cheese can I throw at you here? The What kind of Sex Toy are you Quiz? (More new quizzes here.) Pictures of cute puppies and a few kittens. No, I'm wasn't kidding. (Link from Heather Champ.) Did I miss anything?

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