READ ME ... yeah, right. Right?

I'm sick of everyone else having on-line diaries. I want one too.

What is this all about? Maybe you should read the READ ME READ ME.

january 22, 1996: information, please

whaddya mean, you want to know what i have been doing in san francisco over the last five days?

yes, it is true, i still theoretically live in houston. but i have been here, in the greatest city in the country (i don't want to say world, because i've never been to rio or paris, to name a few...) mainly camped out at the cyborganic empire, doing my thang.

and what is that thang, you ask?

don't ask, ... just keep checking back.

in the meanwhile, i'll tell you about my day.

today was a fucked-up weird day, where the small good things that have happened stand out like the way zits do when you look at yourself in the mirror.

but that is only because i am an optimist.





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Copyright 1996 Rebecca Eisenberg