11:12 p.m. - 2003-03-02
Fuhgeddaboutit......
I was serious. About retiring from the Diaryland biz. I wasn't kidding.
It wasn't some kind of marketing ploy. I despise most everybody on Diaryland. It shames me to be a part of this community. I was going to move over to LiveJournal secretly. It was to be a covert operation. Like moving your family to another state in the middle of the night, as your neighbors sleep. Then, I would cleverly link my Diaryland page to my new LiveJournal page....This way my Whiskey For Kids merchandise wouldn't have to be redone, since it says "edgarfrog.diaryland.com" on it.
I think of everything.
But, to join LiveJournal, you need to either pay money or get a top-secret code. It's like an elite cult of journal writers....They don't like admitting new members.
I bet all the LiveJournal users get together on Saturday afternoons for a round of golf and a sip of tea.
Fags.
And, so, I couldn't get a code. And so there went my LiveJournal idea.
So, naturally, I lost faith in this whole online diary thing. I decided to scratch everything altogether.
But, I realized that if I quit writing altogether, I would never be able to shamelessly plug my PBS documentary when it's on in July. I wouldn't be able to continue selling Whiskey For Kids merchandise....
And, more importantly, I wouldn't be able to tell the world about how I spent last night sleeping on a cold rooftop in Hollywood, soaked in my own urine.
But, I'll tell the world about that later.....
For now, I just want to go to sleep in my warm bed, as I'm sure you can understand. And I want to celebrate the fact that, unlike last night, I'm no longer soaked in urine.
"Damp with urine?"....Yeah, maybe.
But not soaked.
