August 1 1998: Wow. I get so distracted by my life sometimes that I sometimes forget what's important. Today was my 4 year anniversary with Stephen and I didn't think of it until I sat down to write this journal entry. Not that he's offended that I forgot up until now. And not that I'm offended that he forgot as well. It's just a trip sometimes that we get along so well and can forget our anniversary and not get all worked up about it. We met while dating on-line and I never thought we would be serious. I had been on many dates but didn't think anything would come of it. And now i don't know what I would do without him.

So, I was going to start this journal entry by saying that it's pretty wild having a website sometimes. As I mentioned on my Head page, it's quite surreal to know that people actually read it. I got the nicest email from a guy in Florida today. I guess that he's been reading my website through my various haircolors and through the formation of the Church of the Cadmon. He bookmarked my site and checks back every now and then.

In a way, it's really creepy to know that there are people around the world reading about my life. But really, what else do I hope to accomplish by having a personal website? I'm saying, "Hey, world! Here I am! Ain't I great?" ;-) Okay, well maybe not *that*, but I'm at least letting the world know I'm here and what I'm all about. I value getting feedback from people who read my site. It's nice to know that there are people out there who dig my site as much as I dig some of the personal home pages of other people. It's interesting to see what goes through people's heads. Some people are obsessed with the color pink. Others only like to talk about their diet, health products, exercise regimes and their weight. Some people cry. They have a broken heart. They just cry.

But, for anyone who's curious, my life isn't entirely portrayed on my page. There *are* things that are too personal to share with the world, and I don't talk about all my shortcomings (like how I'm quick to anger and I sleep with one eye open once in awhile). I doubt anyone could expect a person to write about *everything* in their life. Hell, even my journal entries are Edited To Fit Your Screen. It's not all my most frank and introspective thoughts. (Thank goodness. I'd worry about anyone who put their most frank and introspective thoughts on a webpage for the world to see.) *shrug* I guess if that's your cup of tea, go for it. It just doesn't happen to be mine.