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Sorry
13:14 Aug 18 2007
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Dear journal,

I know you have difficulty recognizing me. I don't update you very often, and sometimes I don't know what to say to you. I'm sorry for the times you felt embarrassed to show your sorry un-updated face to frustrated visitors who wanted something to read. I'm sorry for the couple of times I've written up things and backed out before hitting 'publish'. I hope that someday you will take pride in who you really are, and not gather your identity by who's reading you and who's not.

Sure, your buddies tell you that their journalists type away at their text boxes and some others get lucky - twice a day even.

But I want you to listen to your inner journal. Yes, the one that refuses to give up on its journalist. The journalist who cheated on you by pouring his heart out to some 'other' journal to enjoy the benefits of anonymity, but still has come running back to you.

Always yours,

Steve

FRIENDSHIP
16:38 Aug 16 2007
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Somewhere between the phone calls to old friends and the "I miss you's", the "I love you's" and the "What are we doing tonight's?" And somewhere between all of the changing and growing... Somewhere between all the appointments, starbuck coffee, and



Mc Donald's... paying bills and then not paying bills...Making plans then breaking plans...



Appearing, Disappearing, then reappearing...



I forgot--I forgot what it was like to cry.







I forgot that pretending to be happy doesn't make you happy... And that pretending to be SmArT doesn't make you smart ...



I forgot that you can't control falling in LoVe..And that you can't make yourself fall in *LoVe*....







I learned that it's okay to MEsS UP....And it's okay to ask for HELP!!!.. And it's okay to feel like crap... I learned it's okay to cOmPLaiN and wHINe to all your friends for a whole day........







I learned that sometimes the things you want most you just can't have and the things that you look for are right in front of you.







I learned that the greatest thing about HiGh ScHOoL and CoLLeGe and the working world isn't about the parties or the DRiNKiNG or the Hookups ...







It's the *FrIeNdShIpS*, which means taking chances.







I learned that just when you think it can't get worse - it does! ...



but with the love and support of friends - you survive...







I've learned that when you start feeling BaD about



L O S I N G touch and about those that you've lost, they too, are feeling the same way....







I learned that letters from friends are the

most important things..... But, basically, I just learned that my friends........ Both old and new..... are the most important people to me in the world AND.......without them, I wouldn't be who I am today.....

Mini Rant
12:19 Aug 06 2007
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People can be disappointing, even more when you can’t express yourself well with words. I either keep quiet or I get angry, then it hurts, mostly when things don’t get sorted out the way I want.

Curious, I didn’t even expect anyone to read my posts here. I was just experimenting.

I modified the posts because it’s true that they did read a bit tremendous. Also, I think, from what I gather in conversations that many people hurt but they tend to be smarter than me and forget that it hurts. I like to complain in writing because it helps me to forget.

Dear G-d.............
21:23 Aug 02 2007
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There was a man who worked for the Post Office...whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read,

Dear God,



I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?



Sincerely, Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened, It read.

Dear God,



How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was £4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office....

The Life Cycle
21:19 Aug 02 2007
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I think the life cycle is all backwards, You should start out dead and get it out of the way...



Then, you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy; go collect your pension, then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.

You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You drink alcohol, you party, you're generally promiscuous and you get ready for High School.

You go to primary school, you become a kid , you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, and then...



You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in spa-like conditions; central heating, room service on tap, larger quarters every day, and then, you finish off as an orgasm.



I rest my case