My website: The 2 of them actually, the one under: aphrodite201_uk, and anitaifudu both turned 1 year old today.

I didn't even notice until I went in there to update the frames a bit, switch the colors around a bit. I'm always doing that.
**clicks wine glasses together**

But here's to many more years, of fun, free (not free though thinking of getting a domain next year) site ownership. Hopefully, I MAY have better luck this year on the site than I did last year. Last year was full of drama, abuse, turmoil, getting acquainted with the hidden humor in hatemail, "niceness" , in people on the Net and all the other oddities that one encounters as a virgin in web usage.

I haven't been up to blogging recently because I encountered a major problem the last time I tried to do my archives, just after I had written this nice poem to go with my entries of previous months before this blog came along. I have everything down from January to August, and I am hoping my current readers would be able to catch up on, but I am so doubtful the aim would not be achieved in the end. Why? Because I am well out of ideas as to where to stick the links to it. The archive template would have been the best but this damn thing doesn't want me to change the look of it: It is stuck with that template and any customizations will not take effect....so says the handbook on this thing. But I shall keep thinking...hopefully while I keep waiting to be added to the directory and hoping that someone--except me---gets to read this damn bullshit I write ever so often.

My friends don't read it. I wish I could give them the link so they can get to know what is happening to me, what I am thinking and what I have been up to when I am not talking to them or writing them emails. But they are all so web-deprived or web-ignorant (and proud to be), and some of them just don't have the interest in it. What's the Net when they can score cool guys and talk to cool people in real life...y'know?

Sad, very sad. I think the Web is an educational institute on its own, anyone who thinks otherwise is a bogger.

Do sign my guestbook if you are reading this, I want to be assured I am not wasting my bloody time---not like it will stop me---but I still want to know. You cannot believe I am talking to myself, or rather inside myself, reading the words I am about to type but I am reading them ina thick English accent. you know, the type you hear in East Enders. Cor Blimey? Do I miss that place that much? Bloody hell, Anita, get a life.

I am.