. . . Saturday, January 4, 2003
Finished building http://ranko.anifics.com
I think I'm gonna throw up. x_X
--Phil
. . . Wednesday, January 1, 2003
And so, another years falls into the bucket of the past.
Well. I wish I could say I truly enjoyed this year, but I'd be lying. I didn't. A lot of the time, I wanted to cry.
Still, what's a little life without difficulties? o_O
We are what we are, we are what we choose to be. We are, nothing more, nothing less. We are.
Whatever!
I'm as late as hell, but Merry Late Xmas and a Happy Frikkin' Late New Year!
--Phil
. . . Monday, December 16, 2002
I have everything set out for life.
Live a little.
Then die with a smile on my face. o_O
Or something. Regardless, there's a time and place for everything. Which is probably next week, but oh well.
I remember a tale from my youth. It happened so long ago, yet, the details are still in my mind like it happened yesterday.
A man once said to me, "Got any spare change?"
I quickly ran away.
Stop laughing, it's late, and I'm tired, and my thoughts aren't coherent. >_<
--Phil
. . . Thursday, December 5, 2002
Hi me in 10 years time when you look back at this!
In the years to come, when you look back at this, just remember.
There ain't nobody on your side but me. So, in the end, I'll be rooting for you. Don't listen to the sock puppet, or the Doll-Who-Speaks, but remember that the sun doesn't always smile, and the clouds don't always have that glint of silver.
Oh, and watch out for that anvil. You know, the fortune teller did warn us about it, remember?
--Phil-from-the-past
. . . Monday, November 25, 2002
Once upon a time, a blog was born.
And because of bad parenting, it was sadly, neglected.
*insert sob sounds*
Promises don't work anymore, apparently.
Pfft.
Stop looking at me, child. I'll write when I have time.
(argh)
It's written that talking to one's self is a sign of madness. If that is the case, what have I been doing all this time?
Er... let's just ignore that.
Still waiting for computer to return. Then, let's try just ripping the drivers off, then use a different copy of XP or 98 and see if we can get broadband to work with it then.
And in the meantime, Miss Blog, it's time to sleep. For you. Again.
And I will not read a bedtime story to you.
...
*sigh*
Once upon a time...
--Phil
. . . Tuesday, September 10, 2002
College days are here again. First day - put newspapers together, emulsioned them, and then drew on them. Fun.
Second day - pretty much the same thing. A boring lecture, but hey, afternoon's starting. Wah!
--Phil
