Friday, 24 April, 1998 08:27
So, I came home and killed dandelions. The guy that did the smear campaign on dandelions (most likely the same guy that figgered out how to kill them... y'know, create a market...) needs to go to work for the anti-Clinton people. They aren't doing so good right now.... or have they ever?
Anyway, most of this entry has been written over the last several days as part of the Diary Collaboration, which has been revived by two wonderful women. So, without further ado...
The Diary Collaboration Project
You would be right. Simply through journalling, I have a lot more insight to who I am and where I want to go. And, because this journal is online, I am forced to be honest.
And, since I'm into being honest... I need to say this: This is still a helluva lot of fun.
And yes, there is a lot of vanity involved. I like to think that there isn't... but I'm not allowed to. That honesty thing again, you see.
And a different picture of myself every day? Talk about vanity...
Do you have a problem with that? I didn't think so. Most people want to be stars, you know. Few actually get to do it, and those that do generally f**k it up. Well, I think that I'm better than that. I won't f**k it up. I will be gracious and pleasant and forgiving. And I won't change... no, I'll still retain my honesty, my dignity... and somehow I will get my hands on half of the money in the world.
You won't regret making me a star, and I won't regret being one. It'll work out really well.
So?....
but I'm really tired, anyway.

Contemplating the
insides of my eyelids...
April 1998
It's like I want to be a star.
I'm waiting....
still waiting...
Still waiting....
Still waiting....