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:: Friday, April 29, 2005 ::
[ clearly, i didn't get the memo... ]
...about what was supposed to go where, in terms of theme-delineated avenues of public expression. I'm sorry, but I'd like you to read this, if you could. It's definitely personally-relevant beyond the scope of a few photos. Sorry to send you all on an impromptu scavenger hunt about my excessive exhibitionist-diaries. Someday never, I'll Learn HTML, shed the obfuscating OCD, and run an XML feed or something so as to reduce the amount of "effort" (i.e., clicking) involved in getting to my uplifting, accessible writing as much as threefold.
[Insert rant about internet culture/aesthetic precluding lengthy, dense, meaningful communication in favor of the cyber-equivalent of the same shitty sound bytes that ruined news programs with the onset of television. You know, that rant. The one that somebody much more intelligent than myself made ten years ago.]
Brian Richichi called my Blog/LiveJournal the saddest thing he's ever read. Colour me predictable, I suppose. It's been a highly-nonideal year, to say the least.
Music: The Smashing Pumpkins - This Time. Included for posterity, rather than immediate personal relevance, though I imagine there's scadsof that in this song I could find if I just listened to lyrics now and again.
:: Aziz 11:57 PM
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