No clever title.

In this world of online journaling, I find it amazing that I can get so wrapped up in the lives of people I don’t know. Sure, some of my diary buddies I chat with outside of the diary itself, and consider them friends, but I even find myself consumed in the diaries of people I have never communicated with.

One of my favorite diarists was dealt a crushing blow this morning, and as I was reading his entry, I felt my own heart sink a little as I read his words.

People, under the guise of anonymity, reveal so much of themselves here. Insecurity, infidelity, unhappiness, etc., only to have a community of strangers reach out and offer their words of support and encouragement.

I couldn’t even begin to try to attempt to come up with the words to offer someone who just lost someone they love, yet, I feel like I need to reach out to this person who I don’t know in some way.

I can’t explain it.

I hope he doesn’t stay away too long.

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Jesus, I don’t even know how to segue from that.

Here’s a feeble attempt.

Tonight, I am looking forward to a movie I tivo’d the other night. I will be salivating and poking fun at “Riding the bus with my sister,” the tv movie in which Rosie O’Donnell plays a retard.

Fanfuckingtastic. It doesn’t get much better than that, people.

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I think I may be officially starting the “Stone The Runaway Bride” campaign. I am serious. Bury her to her head and let people throw rocks at her.

She deserves it.

Spread the word!

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New Weezer in seven days.

God, I really am a dork.