Written October 5th, 1997 just after dawn...
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Now I'm officially single or available or something. Does that mean I really want to go out and start dating right away? Not really. I'll probably just mope around for about a month.
Now the thing is that I'm truly alone. I moved away from home in August. It was nice, and my younger brother still has a pulse. Let's just say that he and I never really got along, but that's another story. I'm out of that stress zone. Well, because I no longer work, I'll probably spend more time online. My sites will become nicer as a result of it, though. As for a social life? I don't really have one. There are a few people in the apartment building that are wonderful to talk to, but they're not exactly party animals... they're older and cooler than my grandparents, though. It's fun just to sit down in the lobby and talk to all the folks who hang out down there. They never ask any intrusive questions, and there are a number of puppies we can see entering and exiting the building from there. That's probably the nicest thing about this place. The pets are so damned adorable. I keep thinking it would be wonderful to have a puppy to cuddle with and walk around the neighborhood... But then I get a reality check. I imagine a bad puppy barking at everyone who walks by, chewing up my shoes, and not wanting to go poddy at the times I need to take it out. I imagine smelling like a puppy. I imagine walking past the various drug dealers, bums, and prostitutes... No puppy for me.... Plants are good... but I killed a cactus. Flying solo is so much easier... but much more lonely.... Hi, I'm Hermit Ellie! Nice to meet you!
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Eleanor Rigby is an appropriate nickname, don't you think?
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