Not a fucker have clicked this link to put me into the Clix member list for online diaries. I know these things (or maybe I dont). Horribly interesting it is not.
However, I dont really care about that, if I did I wouldn't have forgotten about the Clix, as I have. I haven't been there lately, to search for online diaries to read (because I do read other peoples online diaries). If I really cared for the massive attention, I would have made a huge banner to display here on my diary or an illegal pop-up thing that forced you to put me in the list of commercial nerdity.
Are online diaries more interesting than reality TV series like Big Brother? I wouldn't know, cause I never watch these things. Is mine more interesting? or is it the same thing? -sleazy porno-graffiti in a useless pornographic world (I know putting those words in here are going to give me even more trash in my email. Those web spiders are going to target me on my bad words and send off the old usual shit)...
Isn't it funny how the banners on Clix with nudity or sex words in them always are on top?... It doesn't move me today, these things. I'm really a soft heart and I forgive more than I forget. I've always thought that was a good thing in me...
I'd love to have around five regular visitors to my diary, that care to read my poor english, instead of having hundred that never comes back.
Because I'm an intimate person.
I like the intimate things
and I hate the shallow matters.
This cake table picture reminds me of the small pink and white fake cakes I had when I were little. I used to trick the old family members in dinner parties to try eat them. My grandmother's guy friend (that isn't my grandfather on my dads side, as my real one died before I were born) ate the whole thing, in one bite and never realized it was made of plastic. Food have a force of attraction on him, so he were the perfect victim for fake cakes. It was extremely funny, as I never thought anyone would be so easily fooled by my naughty cakes. Afterwards it was just sad, because I had lost my favorite fake cake. The other one were white and didn't look so tasty.
Ah, think of having a room that looks like this! I would have connected my computer to the tree and sit in the the middle of it, under the roof window there. All day.
