The Enquirer broke the story about blocking Brad. The Star is going to break the story about my psychic powers and how I'm now capable of killing people. I always wanted to be in the tabloids.

Seriously. Ever met someone who needs to practice what they preach? I know it's not always possible, since a lot of us preach about being perfect/close to perfection and that's just not humanly possible. But some people can be so obnoxious about it.

And I really don't care at the moment if anyone reading this thinks I'm talking about them. 'Cause as I write this, I'm now talking about myself as well. Continuing to write diary entries on this subject is perhaps not the most mature thing to do. At least not public diary entries. But I think most on-line diarists have a policy of "It's my diary. Read at your own risk." If you don't like it, leave. Simple as that. Same disclaimer as I put on my fics. And I really can't help it if I don't always feel as mature as I talk. Like I said, we're not all perfect.

I need to take this thing into my room so I stop getting distracted from my fic. I don't know how much time after this weekend I'm going to have to work on it.

~is amused by the diaryad on this page. "HEIDIANN: Destroyer of Diaryland Poetry"~

--Angela

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