My Dearest Annie,
It seems that blogger has converted (been bought out) to a google function, and apparently my blog, which was aged six years, didn't make the transfer. It would seem it had been inactive so long it is lost. I leave you with this, a message of my undying love for you, which, while aged as long as this blog, did not die, but only becomes finer and more subtle with age, like a barrel of fine wine.
I will now, for your sake, attempt to recreate the angst of a fifteen year old boy capable of significant histrionics:
Sept. 28th, 2003-
I can't believe Annie doesn't love me back. What a bitch. Doesn't she know how my heart beats for her? How she excites my every cell?? We will always have homecoming 2003, with orange shoes, and a simple white dress shirt, imbibed with the smell of blossoming young love...I just wish I could tell how she felt about me. Does she like me back?? What the fuck!! Ahh, I'm glad nobody reads this...(typed knowing full well everyone was reading it. what a dick)
Love you to death kiddo!
