Sometimes I feel like I need a new diary to read. Not often, but sometimes. At those times I like to click on the Open Pages random button to see what's out there in the aether. The answer: depression, angst, and a profound lack of self-esteem. Occasionally I find someone worth reading, but rarely, my friends, rarely. Tonight I felt the inexplicable urge to explore. Here is a totally random selection of diaries which I found using the above method. The salient feature here is the actual comments from their index page -- you know, the page that should ideally convince a visitor to read further.
"Thanks for taking the time to peek into my life. Here you can read about the day to day events of a man trapped in a loveless marriage with no way to get out. Here I discuss my life, both online and offline."What life?
"Distopic visions for the mentally malformed."
Yipes stripes.
"Let's see. It all started in November 1998 I think, when I was hit on the head, had my feelings mucked about by some Irish guy and decided to walk to a university computer lab, in the snow, to write it all down on what was, then, a very basic and empty website dedicated to my hatred of some ugly guy called Ralph and his sidekick Ryan."
Could be good, could be long, poorly written rants about how no one understands her.
"Please don't e me unless it's really important. I'm a bad correspondant, and I invaribly fail to live up to my journal energy -- except with a select few."
No worries, mate, I haven't the least inclination to "e" you or to read the journal of someone who admits upfront they have no faith in their ability to communicate.
"geekgirl, gamer, poet, author, QA engineer and dreamer who is just trying to find her place in the world. "
Luckily she mentioned poetry or I would have given this a shot. But hey, at least she told me something about what I'd find inside. Full marks for providing disclosure.
"If its ur first time.. its not going to be the most exciting site you will see. But I hope to keep a diary of life in London suburbia which is quite depressing really and details of my fight against flab. ."
I sincerely hope not. Why on earth would I want to read it?
Clearly this is not the best way to find a readable diary. Most big web rings are nearly as bad, so I tend to troll the waters of the smaller rings and follow recommendations by diarists I already read. But some days only dragging my line through the ocean will do, if only for the laugh it provides.
Ow. I think I hurt my eyes rolling 'em that hard.
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