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<-- my life, by webgoddesscathy --> :: Friday, April 23, 2004 :: So I just checked my referrers. I get people coming to my site due to links on Sarah and Sharon's sites and even one from Vulgaria, which is nice. What I'm sad about is that this photo is by FAR the most popular thing on my site. Well, if I can't be famous, at least my cleavage can be. However, I hope people are putting it into context and looking at the blog entry that links to that photo... Also, I was inspired today (by Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic Takes Manhattan) and sat in the warm early spring sunshine on the back porch and wrote pages and pages... and pages... of stuff. I would like to put it up in my journal except: a) it's not done yet b) my journal is so behind that I fear to start up 2004 c) I feel there are so many other things I should be doing instead (getting a job, doing my Cdn/Aus taxes, exercising, redesigning my site, writing my novel...) d) I'm lazy?? Or perhaps I'm feeling shy and worry it's not good enough? I've had a little bit of criticism lately that makes me feel a bit less open with what I write. Perhaps I should be a little less personal? It's a bit of a worry when I realize that potential employers could come to my website and learn everything about me that they never wanted to know. It's tough to stay real when you consider having that kind of audience. Apparently, the cat that I'm taking care of while house-sitting here has no such qualms. He seems to be trying to have an intimate relationship with my roller blade box and sandals (sitting on top). I suspect they might smell of Mao. I believe the cat is a little lonely. She keeps following me around like a lost puppy, getting under my feet as I try to go up and down the stairs, getting excited as I move from room to room and rubbing her bum up against my leg whenever possible. Poor thing. (I'm referring to me.) :: Cathy 4:35 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Thursday, April 22, 2004 :: Why is it that you never realize the stupid things that you've said in an interview until afterwards when you can't go back casually and say, "Oh ya, by the way, I totally didn't mean the bit about how I have no idea where I'll be in 5 years" and how, what you meant to say was something brilliant that you thought up on the Go ride home. :: Cathy 3:16 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Wednesday, April 21, 2004 :: Sadly, I have a headache. And a sore belly. Could someone feel sorry for me and make it all better now? Thanks. :: Cathy 6:34 PM [+] :: 0 comments You know it's going to be a good day when you're awoken by a call from Australia. Yes, that's RIGHT. Australia called. I can't believe how busy I've been today. I misguidedly believed that I could have a day to relax and do nothing. I think I have enough work for a hundred years. Perhaps I need to stop and do some yoga just to give myself some much-needed perspective. I discovered that Jennifer's site is back up in a non-personal way. It's so weird that I don't hear from her anymore. I remember a time when we were so close. It's kind of sad. Have I mentioned that I'm in LOVE with my mobile? Welcome to the new century, for goddessakes! :: Cathy 1:53 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Tuesday, April 20, 2004 :: I am content living in the 'burbs. Quite content. What a weird feeling. I have everything I want here. It's a big, clean, quiet house with cable TV, Internet, a cat, a bike and hiking trails, laundry, a dishwasher and a HUGE bathtub! It's a 20-minute walk to the GO Station which gets me into the city in about an hour and costs less than $6. I have all the amenities nearby, it's closer to my parents' house. There's lots of food for me to eat (perhaps too much). Content. I'm feeling the stress wash out of my body. Sigh. :: Cathy 8:13 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Monday, April 19, 2004 :: Dear Andy, You are a bitch! (Don't you hate it when people "forget" about plans you've made? Andy is totally fired.) But thanks for putting up the photo gallery of my welcome home party. Check it out! :: Cathy 8:48 AM [+] :: 0 comments
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