Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 22:33:10 -0400 (EDT) To: firstname.lastname@example.org From: email@example.com Louise Subject: louise2
where to start?
"I'm an inward gazing, thoughtful person, and all my friends regard me erroneously as arrogant."
this box was a toy, just a short time ago. A plastic box amongst the heap of rubble. now, between ink and electronink, It calls at me when I pass by and what's worse, now I know who it is...
Am I afraid of who I am?
Do I like me how I am?
Or is how I am the same me I see?
It's been a long day. Pages and pages later I write the above. Having been to 1977 and back, I am left with one prevailing thought:
Would I hyperlink this in my diary tomorrow morning?