:: Closing Time ::

:: Sunday, September 01, 2002 ::

A note, to anybody who's been trying to read this and been dissapointed.

I was the last child to leave home, and my mother is not taking it very well. What she asked me to do to make things easier was to email, and just tell her what happened in my day. What things were like, my observations. To keep her part of my life, and vice versa. Those of you who are reading this know that's the stuff I used to write in my blog.

I absolutely - cannot- tell my mother about my blog, or make another blog for her to read, because inevitably I'd slip even in that instance and get into blogging mode and write something she shouldn't hear. So I've been emailing her all my daily updates and such, about foood, and housing, and friends. I guess the kind of stuff some of you may have been expecting, or even hoping, to see here. Well... I don't really have the time or drive to write that shit twice. Maybe I'll start cutting and pasting some of those emails into here, but I doubt it.

I think this blog is on hiatus - but I swear to you, I'll be back.
:: Peter 1:18 PM [+] ::
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