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More!? OK then, but I can't help feeling that this will be a disappointment to you.
I work as a web designer in Belfast, and I live by the sea in a shoe. You can see me here, doing my livejournal pose as idoru called it. If you need to you can email me at carisenda -at- gmail -dot- com.
I should maybe get a category for this...
Anyway, I'm going to stay out of the Celebdaq market this week as my personal fortune is nearing the million mark again and any dividend would tip it over the limit, meaning I'd be kneecapped on Monday - not worth it since there aren't any really serious money-makers out there. Best to leave it and see who's making the headlines in the next few weeks.
I wonder if Blogdaq would be as popular a game...
0 CommentsFebruary 25, 2003
I just heard that a friend of mine has been badly beaten in a 'home invasion' type attack. Apart from taking a serious beating he's got a badly mangled hand from defending a knife attack. I hope he gets better soon, I hope he gets the use of his hand back and I hope his wife is ok and finds the strength to deal with the event.
0 CommentsFebruary 20, 2003
O! lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death, -- dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove.
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O! lest your true love may seem false in this
That you for love speak well of me untrue,
My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should you, to love things nothing worth.
William Shakespeare
0 CommentsFebruary 17, 2003
0 CommentsFebruary 7, 2003