and I want a Gmail account... there are many reasons why I deserve one... first, I had the Google search engine on my site since 199something, like I think 1998 at least... nobody had ever heard of Google (or me), but I did (ok, so I didn't call it the best search engine I had found so far back then, but it was the most fun)... see, I was debating the pros and cons of creating my own Yahoo back then, see?... but I think ADD might have gotten in the way... or being that I was occasionally homeless at the time... anyway, I WANT MY GMAIL! (and I want a T-shirt to hang right next to my old "I want my MTV!" T-shirt too)...

please help petition the good people at Google to count me in... I can test stuff... I have fifty bizillion email addresses as it is already... ok, I exaggerate a little... I have more than a dozen Yahoo accounts... almost a dozen Hotmail addresses... and then dozens of other smaller email service addresses used for this or that particular communication (so I don't use them much these days {don't tell Google that, ok?}, that doesn't mean I don't have the vast experience and all that good stuff they need {tell them that} and all you wonderful readers out there who will crave your own Gmail just as soon as they make it public... so they just have to choose me, right?...

besides, you like me...

and the letter G has profoung meaning for me... I have G-folders on my hard drive... in my email programs... I have been saying G since I could first talk... seriously, I await G-mail (as opposed to Gmail) every moment of every day because of her (you remember her, aka G, if you read my journal before I returned to Orlando when I was rambling on my own and as you might see, a huge chunk of me is still lost back there calling it today and all)... so I was destined to have Gmail, destined, I tell ya...

speaking of shameless promotions and other loosely related topics, in my ongoing debate with myself about staying at Dland or moving journaling (and whether I should use my own HTML or a program and which program) back to my own domain, I think there's something worth learning here (there is so much I don't know, never having used a blog program... and besides that they read like people I'd like to know)...

and then there's stuff like low carbs, which are getting lots of press lately... Rasputin believes in that Atkin's diet plan and I have no idea why since he doesn't take much of anything seriously, but he's somehow sold on it... I suppose that's cuz he tried it and it works (and it does work, just as any restrictive eating works, but at what costs?)... I've never understood how imbalancing a balanced diet could be healthy, but then, that is just my logic talking... and my chocoholic...

are you a new dad?

ok, I am wandering a bit today... and in case you always wanted to be a bartender...

obviously this might have fit better as a browsing entry, but here it is... speaking of browsing and staying at DLand, the great idea of creating a group public diary where we can all write our own unique browsing entries is still on hold cuz Andrew is too busy trying to make the servers work to fix this (not even as a Gold or Supergold member feature?... totally rude)...

well, I got to upload 3 entries today before this one found the bloackage that Dland is becoming so famous for lately, so I should be happy (and I am, if you might notice the tone of the entry so far)... for the moment I am back to wasting your banner ads by clicking on Ad an entry over and over... time to distract myself with a subject change...

I need to stop eating the leftover pizza that Raspy left on the counter because I have dinner plans tonight with Helena before we go to some local theater company show (I forget the play they are putting on, but I like the company and try to see most of their shows)... late or tomorrow I'll include a link if they've got one in their program...

IF Dland lets me update...

remember, Gmail, tell them about me...

today...

tomorrow too...

and just to make this entry even more spectacularly unforgettable, I shall, right before your eyes, create a new motto... just a moment, it's coming, are you ready?... well here it is:

love yourself as I love me

now do it!

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(just let me know you were here)