2001-08-01 I'm twisting my hair. Again. I'll make a knot no one but me can open. And sometimes not even me. Trust me, I've been there. That's why I have shorter hairs next to my face. I had to cut the knots away or simply tear them. I'm going through my bookmarks. I thought it'd be a good time to do it now. I'm going away tomorrow and I need something to clean up. It's a going-away ritual. Really. I don't feel the need to explain you where I'm going. It doesn't matter, really. But I should be back. Unless there's a car-crash or something. I don't know if I should hope for a car crash or not. I'm not sure of my current view on death. I think I just don't care, but can you really not care about it? If I don't care, how can I care about anything? (Do I care about anything? I'm not sure.) I keep deleting my oldest bookmarks. How can I do that? It's like I knew those people. A lot of people have just disappeared, though. And considering I've bookmarked a lot of ashers, there's no question of what happened. And still... a year ago I had all these links leading nowhere and I just couldn't get rid of them. I feel less dramatic now than I used to. I don't know what the change's about. I don't know if there is a change, maybe it's only my imagination. Now I added some diaries in my profile. They're in random order and they're random anyhow because I haven't read much of them. (Because I've been offline for a year, and other such blah.) I feel special for listing fave diaries. Ha. I think I'm slowly going insane. (Again.) Sleep well, darlings. | older aion spindrift e-mail my profile diaryland.com