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Monday 13th January 2003

Ooooh get me. I hope my downstairs neighbours never read that. I was in a bit of stressed out funk yesterday. As Kevin Eldon would put it, I had shit in my pocket. Though it was actually very therapeutic to write it. It was like one of those e-mails that you write when you're cross and then never send (which I also did yesterday), except that instead of not sending it, I’ve sent it to loads of random strangers. Hmmmmm.

I had left the girls a note and they returned the fence with a polite note saying they’d been storing it out the back (They must have hidden it). So I feel a bit guilty about slagging them off now. Though maybe they’d like to leave me a polite note next time they want to have a party, the silly cows!!!
Only kidding.
Luckily I am moving soon.
The site went live tonight, which brought home the fact that these words can be read by anyone (including my downstairs neighbours). Within about half an hour someone on the notbbc comedy forum claimed that using clues in previous entries they had pinpointed the location of my home to one square in their A-Z. I don’t know if he got it right, he’s got a different copy of the A-Z to me.
Luckily I am moving soon.
But I figure that there’s no need to stalk me fellas, when you can just sit back in the comfort of your own home and read about my boring antics.
If you’re really that interested I live at 123 Fake St.
It’s quite nice for a fictional address. But the fence is broken.
Luckily I am moving soon.