Well, this is my first officially official diaryland post. No longer a virgin to the online world of spilling your entire soul. I was interested in DLand mostly because you have more HTML options than LJ with which to play. Since I would like to grasp HTML beyond a rudimentary understanding of the art, I decided to try it out.

I love my template. I love that I can have a guestbook. An advantage LJ has over this, however, is being able to snip an entry off the main page and link to it in full. I like that, especially because I am a quiz whore. I especially like my template. Did I mention it? Yes, it suits me. It's purty. I like looking at it. As such, it seems the perfect place to post more "true" journal entries, as opposed to the fluff I have posted thus far on LJ.

I have a few real entries there, but there is only so much I can say, since I still feel secretive about certain things. I imagine everyone here can relate to that.

In any event, I will much enjoy playing with settings and fucking up my codes. Thanks again to Bunny for all her help with my guestbook. It still needs tweaking, as does most of my lair of DL, but I will get there in time. Aside from a few guestbook settings that I will fucking figure out if I die in the process, I am content with what I have.

You guys don't understand. I spent hours here. Worked on some graphics, toyed with the code. Then Bunny came along and told me I could match the guesbook to my template. Yea, try having that kind of technical chat over AIM. I sounded like a fucking retard. At times, I was being a fucking retard. Not intentionally, of course, since the Bunnster scares me -g-, but good. god. So, I leave for a while and come back. Work on graphics. Much fun. Easy to do. Then I go back to the damn code. And I want to kill myself. And Bunny wants to kill herself, but not before she kills me.

Tried to go to sleep around 2-ish. Obviously, did not happen. Layed down...had the TV on. Some random shit was on, so I threw in Tabula Rasa. Couldn't sleep. I can't tell if it was nerves keeping me awake, the fact that I have always been a chronic insomniac, or perhaps, just maybe, it was thoughts of the damn HTML code swimming in my head, taunting me and beckoning me back to the stage!

Fucking computers. They are like cockroaches.