2004-07-22-12:14 p.m.
Lock Lock, Lockety Locke Loc Bagel Locs the Lock of Lock, LLLLLLLLLock and load.

Who locks a diary? I thought about locking my diary. Just making it for me me me. But I love having that counter at the bottom of the page. It says some 5000 or more ghosts have visited this page for the last 2 years. Money rides that 3000 of those people are me, rereading an entry. The counter also takes down repected internet sites so I can tell the difference between me and everyone else. It's fun to look at the pie chart and see the stats of % from different countries. Wonder why that person visited your diary for 0:00 secs. Wonder even more that the other person spent 50 mins on your diary. You have the entire world wondering about what you have to say. Diarys are amazing, people now have a forum to address whatever issue they want. Sure, diarys can be used to vent, but why have an online diary for that? It's easy enough to have a word file as your diary if you want it private. And who cares if strangers hear about your personal lives. They're strangers, not peers. Unless you start talking with your diaryland readers, which can be bad in it's own way. You might be popular, get a following. Suddenly, they hound you to write more, expect it. They often wonder why that diary suddenly was abandoned. Couple people on my buddy list have a big gathering and get tons of notes on each entry they write. Do they respond? Who knows! My impression is that most don't respond. If they are so good at writing, I have a feeling they know not to respond. But I would love to talk to some of these writers. Just about what makes their passion's flair, what makes them sad, how beautiful the world is. All that junk! Those talks I enjoy most. I would never ask about their college majors or how many cats they have. It'd be wasting air.

I sat on the beach as the sun rose up. I watched the surfers float on the glassy sea, just waiting. I'm now hungry. I doubt I'll have a huge throng of fans and I doubt that this diary will ever be locked. I'm happy in my nice corner of the world, all that praise is like eatting too much chocolate.

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