December 13, 2001 // 8:47 p.m.
If you stalked me in the *REALMS* of the Diaryland search feature, read this.

diaryland, i have to say, is a really fun place. meet all sorts of interesting people, forge new friendships with people you've never met. or, occasionally, you could change your profile and get insulted by some irrational, paranoid person.

someone searched for the word 'hiram,' the college she's at, and found my diary because i wrote in my profile that i was thinking about transferring there. i thought that was pretty neat so i made a new profile with some new words that did relate to me and some that were silly to see if that would draw anyone else in. you know how you can see what search terms people found your site with on google.com? those are often hilarious. i wanted to see something like that.

so i'm really psyched now because i got a write-up in her diary. she went off the wall thinking i was mocking her by doing that. oh, and, doing that explains why i don't have any friends. like that makes any sense.

ooh so now i've written a note and a diary entry back and - wouldn't it be fun if this became a little diaryland war? yeah, i'm mocking you now. you'll know it when you see it.

The most perfect strangers that you can talk to are the ones who pretend that you're not really you
Aimee Mann
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