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11-13-03 // 9.55 am stockton gala days NP: 10,000 Maniacs - "Our Time In Eden" I feel like I'm the last American who doesn't give a rat's ass about celebrity gossip. Perhaps I'm living in the wrong country when a spoilt socialite's homemade porn gets top billing in the national discourse. Fuck that. I can't believe I got up extra early this morning just to sit through the most useless half hour corporate briefing type meeting ever. Though at least it also means I get to leave an hour earlier than usual. I concur with Erin, these d-land banners are seriously terrible. Not that the one I had running a while back (come on, it came with the gold membership, what else was I going to do?) was that great, but at least it wasn't an attempt to lure in readers with exploitation of sex or some sort of psychological disorder. I mean, come on now, really. I was toying with the idea of beginning to use spam subject lines for the my entry titles, but when it comes down to it, I like my long-running quote system more. I loathe the part of me that is prone to worry and paranoia.
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