2001-03-03
Dear Diary:

Nobody wants to make me their bitch, eh.

I am so depressed.

I know the rest of you have lives, so you haven't been checking out the profiles of the people who have put you on their buddy lists, who've listed you in their 20 Diaryland diaries they like.

You're probably even secure enough in yourselves that you don't care how the folks who list you describe how they feel about you, their perception of you.

Fine.

Well, I have no life, so I looked up the two people who listed me in their buddy list and Sorethroat's list is typical. It goes like this:

Iota I'd do her.

Boogie I'd do her.

Marn makes me pee myself laughing.

Oh fine.

Here I am, just a few months short of my 50th birthday, and everyone ignores my Inner Bimbo. It's hard enough to be facing this big milestone birthday ... but to also find out that somehow my readers have missed the seething cauldron of unfettered sexuality that is Marn ...

Oh, the humanity!

So if you're one of the two people who's put me on their buddy list, could you puh-LEESE add you want me to be your bitch? Really, it would make my day, eh.

I'm not asking you to lie exactly, only to .:cough:. fib .:cough:..

Thanking you in advance for your kind attention to this matter, I remain

Your bitch
--Marn

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