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Bring it on. Does anyone know how to make webpages? I would really like for someone nice to make me a very, very simple, HTML based website that can host about 98 percent text. I have some plans for it. If you think you can help me in this matter, send me an e-mail. Thanks. I will also be starting a new online diary soon. Again. My sixth. Until then, the start of my future is headed from Pittsburgh to Massachusetts via postal service. I would tell you to say a prayer to whatever God you may or may not believe in, but this isn't about That -- it's about me. I have become a recluse, but not because I am depressed, just because. I have a lot to think about, and not a lot to convey. Vote for Wes Clark if you are reading this and you are from New Hampshire. These days, a good book, a good scene, some cheap whiskey, an over-priced cup of tea and an idea are all I need to be happy. Though warmer weather would be great too. Finally, I am also pretty well determined to learn Italiano; ironically, in two years if I am not in America I will probably either be in the Phillipines or Mongolia. |
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