It gets me into trouble. When it's done I'll let you read it and then you can thank me. Thank you for the comment. You may have even already sent it to me. You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wastin away. Do I have to go back and find the entries? But then there are the parts that are just right, and just warm enough to melt butter, and just toasted enough to be wonderfully crunchy. I dug a hole, fell in it myself and today managaed to crawl very slowly back out of it but I am still in the dog house. And Ive been to Cuba, so I know that the heat alone there is torture.

OK, I did once or twice, on the night of my birthday when I had just been bought them, but I didn't wear footy boots in bed as a habit. Because I'm still not entirely sure I didn't dream the whole damn thing. Game and we're talking this is a huge game for us but I really didn't give a damn. Plus the sore throat being gone meant I didn't need to worry about going to see the Dr., since as long as my throat didn't have a raging infection I wouldn't need antibiotics. I feel so bad, imagining what it would be like to be the president at this time, the poor guy, he probably will be haunted for a long time about this. If you had the power and ability to do one thing, you can have access to every super power in history or ledgend; what would you do? Law and Ethics don't matter here, for this one moment you can execute anyone you like... It can be aything, as simple as you like, or as fantastical as you can think of? Can be a guess, or an actual vision you've had... Think about how much hair has played a part in society and fasion; how would you be effected? Let me think. This leaves me to deduce that it would be no skin off of either Howard or Dan's noses if Chander paid me more money. I have been thinking about that whole ordeal and why it would be any skin off of his nose to have Chander give me more money.

I don't think anoyone's going to want to be around on the day when I finally leave home, I might jsut flip and let out everything. I told him so, offered to teach him to cook and that he should come back anytime. I should get going if I want to be ready for Core at six! But if things aren't right, if he puts this company first that's treated him like ass, am I going to want him? I for one hoe that this break isn't a long one. That's all I got. That is NOT the memory I wanted associated with this weather. They say that no one is perfect in this world. I felt bad that I couldn't spend as much time as I wanted to spend with him and to spend it as my 'normal, sane' self; but we did get to hang out and reconnect, though. I wanted to ask if I was the one who should be hearing this and not my mother, perhaps? I think he interpreted my shrug as that of indifference rather than a struggle to come to terms with my dramatic vexation and flabberghasted silence. I think she and I would honestly like to see him suffer for a little while and mull over the pain he caused us. So I didnt think anything of him and yesterday I came to school and we were all lovey dovey and what not. I didnt think anything of it, but it turns out, he thought it was a big enough deal to tell Katie about it, as if he pushed me away.

I mean, how awful can I be, categorizing people like that? Applying that to the male population of 451,826, we get the approximation that 78,618 of these men are African-American. She had a short, turbulent thing with my TV remote, but we all know that TV remotes have the highest rate of failed relationships of any small electronic device. So why not have fun with it? I think that you might have to be a diaryland user to leave a note, so we'll have to keep our guestbooks for the non-diaryland peeps. I kind of hedged, and told her that when I was at a gift shop in York, they had offered the chance to be a juror in a trial of Richard III. Once again we ran, back out into the hallway which seemed to be effected by the pull o the strange, unearthly trap; the walls and floor all buckled towards it, making escape desperate and difficult.

You know why? Shame on you. One in which I don't have to feel the pain, the shame, the guilt, the regret, the longing. Support the Fight! He cums inside her; then he pulls out and another of the masked men takes his turn. The last sentence really made me think. It is really amusing. I am not obsessed or anything, really! He is really cute, and I dont want him to just go away and possibly get hit by a car. I can't move on right now and every time I tell myself, that's it, I'm going to forget about him he pulls me right back in, giving me hope. It wasn't much of an issue right away anyway because we came back to my house and Jim passed out on my bed. Because that's what it is. Because I am an upbeat person, perhaps the problem I choose to acknowledge is finding a job. Finding meaning and a way to express it is important to me, and I'm sorry you don't understand that.

I mean me, I'm a dirty fucking alcoholic because I have no retort to the fact that things cant get much finer. Ah for it to be blindingly obvious that I have no standing and am nothing in the eyes of my boss. I thought it would be grand to see the event and maybe call down to someone that I liked if they happened to pass, they'd have quite an experience in recognizing the voice of an old aquaintance coming from the top of a tree. I thought of her as Class Mom, when we went to the pumpkin farm for a Halloween field trip. Back in the 1940s, when people didnt complain so much that this job or that one was beneath them and they took any work that amounted to an honest days pay, my grandfather took a position as a tanner, and he learned how to stencil patterns onto calfskin so that it looked like something other than what it was.

I set off toward my bus stop, pretending to rock out to the sounds that were not coming from my radio. After all... everyone needs SOMETHING to depend on, no? Hello, you were undoubtably sent this email because the admin of this site, myself, has discovered your email address online, and was led to believe you had a sudden or eternal interest in poetry or writing or more specifically the likes of ee cummings, and I can't forget to mention Pablo Picasso. Thank you for showing me that there is still something amazing and original out there. Actually i must admit love first hit me just after i discovered music, i mean, really discovered music, my napster phase and my spending all the money i got my hands on on music phase. Dafna Greer is the pseudonym of a 30-year-old journalist who can't believe that she's actually being consulted on how to write sex scenes. He was not an adult man who supported the war and tried to make a living out of it. It seems to like to conk out occasionally and need to be prodded along with all the usual plugging and unplugging of cords that seems to coerce almost any machine into an operational state. She likes to be loud and disrupt the household, but other than that she is cool. I just got so cosy here that I actually forgot it was a new diary and never got around to closing up the old one.

I am tired. Nor am I going to buy one of those insipid mouse-ear hats for my daughter. Today, I wanted to say something to my sister, who has been my best friend and the one person to whom Ive been able to say anything at all for as long as I can remember. I wanted to ask if I was the one who should be hearing this and not my mother, perhaps?

It makes sense to ME at least anyway. Anyway, I started an uproar with an e-mail I wrote a few days ago. After an hour or so the meds started to work but it didn't help much. I knew that a lot of come or whatever that stuff was, had came out of me while Mandy's face was stuck to my pussy. Like that place is the fucking Pentagon or whatever. What good is that going to do me, when I'll be at work? I'm good at it for whatever reason, and having something like 2,400 titles on the shelves at all times was pretty nice. I just saw an ad for that Mothman Prophecies movie today, and someone had already mentioned it to me and how scary it was, so I went to look at the website tonight. Lets also pretend that Juice had gone out the other day, and met a lovely lady, and they had a couple of moments doing the Disco Duck and things looked like they would turn out. The computer will probably be out of date by next month, and besides, what is the only thing that runs forever without getting tired? This is the deal I dont have time for all the parties, and Im beginning to find them boring. She likes to be loud and disrupt the household, but other than that she is cool. I just got so cosy here that I actually forgot it was a new diary and never got around to closing up the old one.

I'm Going CRAZY!!! By the time they figured out what was going on with him and what he was doing, the damage had been done, and he's a little bit bow-legged. I talked to Dan on the webcam once I figured out how to get the internet working on my computer! Your internet/computer is backkkkkkk??? Sorry cannot use internet so much, comp screwed. So Much Has Been Going On... He says it's his dream to be working here and it's what he's been wanting to do since he was 8. With decreasing regularity and rising embarrassment, his interjections slowly phased themselves out of our conversation until it was socially acceptable to ignore him again. Lately, everything around me looks different, and its getting harder and harder to remember what is staying the same. His first intrusions into our conversation were brief and tentative, but facing no immediate rejection, he soon took stage and dominated the discussion. I was interested in him last year, but part of our discussion centered on a French girl that he seems to be in love with. The best you can do is try to make an amends by writing you step daughter a little note and tell her that you were not high that night and that you are sorry that she thought you were. Letting go when there is nothing more that you can do is always the best policy.