Me, dancing with a tiny Polynesian man in a ginormous sombrero on said karaoke night. It's counter-productive and it's unhealthy, and although I said goodbye to that a while ago, it's not a unilateral decision. Am I allowed to say that on the air? I know it will end up the way it should when all is said and done. They are timid and easily frightend... they don't go with the flow... they don't like to drink... they don't like to eat different kinds of food... they don't want to walk any great distance... and they don't particularly like people who are *different*..... What happens when you've done hours and hours of therapy with your child and then they slip? I see myself with a life partner, thinking about settling down, having a stable career, maybe thinking of children. Or would you just let him have his space and share the Lonely Hill comfortably as I think you want him to do for you? But I won't bother replying to her-I'm not black-and I know from the tone of my entry here, I would not be welcome to counter her message!!

Now, maybe its just good form, but if someone tells you that they hate being questioned about their ethnicity, perhaps it is not best to constantly bring it up in every conversation you have with them. And someone came by my grandma's house the next morning and told us that someone was driving down the road that night and fell asleep, lost control and ran into the pole and knocked all the power out on the whole street, and that noise we heard was that person hunched on over the horn of the car knocked unconscious. So seeing how I am scared of pitch black darkness I got up and was trying to see what made the power go out, and my parents got up and joined me with flashlights and candles. This was the first time I ever used that umbrella, and now it is a nasty ghetto umbrella. The three of us grew to be extremely close and sang together, this also began my more social life. Looking from him, and his great performance, to the concern on the faces of everyone around us, I laughed so hard tears were streaming down my cheeks. Is your faith now different from the one you were raised with? I really feel like I can relate to your writing much of the time, even though we've had many different life experiences. I love the fact that I feel like you are telling me secrets when I read your diary. You are one of the rare, the few, the proud, funny people that have the ability to make me die laughing. You can rant about people like nobodys business, but I know you would be the first one to lend a helping hand if someone needed it.

The deal I made this time is that I would work the rest of the day answering the phones at the office if I could have Christmas Eve off. Anyhow, the idea is intriguing, isn't it? Today is THE day... Search the body and theirs no hole.... ThenI didn't even get to talk to Nick after lunch today cuz the bell rang to early and Travis was there anyway.

Maybe this means I'm repressed. I can't believe I have almost an entire year written into this diary. In my opinion, this event was the testablished How mature am I at this point in my life? I have my worries about him working to hard and stressing to much but I'm trying to keep the nagger in me at bay. The last two nights I've had good sleep, but past that, it's been sleepless nights where I have nightmares or at least bad dreams as I do get to sleep. I'm working on an article and trying to get my mind together.

I think at some fundamental level Foucault doesn't ever actually understand sex, relationships, love, etc., etc., and I think that for all the brilliance of his arguments there's an ultimate failure because he absolutely cannot comprehend them from the inside. I walked up, proudly asked, and the guy at the register looked absolutely crushed to tell me that they were out of the pumpkin spice. I don't understand... what are you so afraid of?... he's NOT going to say NO!... Eep and the mina were really excited to see her and laughed at everything she did especially when instead of burping after her bottle she let out a big explosive fart. Especially not now. I especially like what you thought of the lyrics to it. You know what? This is what I look like when I first get up in the morning. And I do me wacked out First there was a version of SW:EPIII, that was more like something from Pink Floyd meets David Lynch than George Lucas, then before that I had a really lively dream where David Lee Roth and Eddie Van Halen were duking it out on stage. I knew this was something I had to do, but the internal fighting began to wear down my upbeat attitude which changed to a negative, depressed personality. This was the second most difficult time in my life. This time in my life is where I created two of my greatest friendships, which had a profound affect on my life. Hey I just stumbled across your site, and I just wanted to let you know about YouReviews, its a brand new review site that is just dieing to get out in the open, so we were wondering would you like to be one of the first to be reviewed? I found your diary YESTERDAY through your signing in Russ's Gbook and vowed to add you to my list durring my very next unlazy streak.

I mean hey hey lets get a fucking life here, its gotten old... Most of all, given my background, life experience and simply who I am, I feel a pull to technopaganism. My own experience has been that if you're blessed enough to have Jewish friends, you're pretty much guaranteed the chance to eat your weight in fresh and/or smoked salmon any time they include you in a family celebration. I joined the glee club and declared education as a major, but I have yet to feel as though I really fit in at Miami.

Today has been one of those days where all i want to do is take a really hot bubble bath and just lay on the couch all night with a good book or something relatively decent on t. v. All you need to buy is furniture and clothes and shit. Body prints have disappeared from walls, messy displays of various collections now linger in the depth of my basement and IKEA has replaced all sorts of both self-made and hysterical pieces of furniture from various epoches. I wash my car regularly, iron my clothes and mow my lawn once a week.

The new guy and Jeff start talking. And he was talking to me like I was a 5 year old. I realize that the writers are working on several things at once, often starting from scratch, working days or weeks on a story, and building it all up to the final product. I'm working on that. I drove once before, it was scary, and I'm underage.

Yay for friends birthdays. Let's rewind: Towards in of July, my cell phone some how fell in the toilet, so I was with out a cell phone for the rest of summer. I was challenged to have a deeper passion for the lost in my school as well as to go one level higher to serve Him, to be a good role model, a spirit-filled Christian each day. For a long time I was in love/Not only in love I was obsessed/With a friendship that no one else could touch/It didn't work out, I'm covered in shells/And all I wanted was the simple things/A simple kind of life/And all I needed was a simple man/So I could be a wife/I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean/I don't know how it got to this point/I always was the one with all the love/You came along, I'm hunting you down/Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight/And all I wanted was the simple things/A simple kind of life/If we met tomorrow for the very first time/Would it start all over again?/Would I try to make you mine?/I always thought I'd be a mom/Sometimes I wish for a mistake/The longer that I wait the more/selfish that I get/You seem like you'd be a good dad/Now all those simple things are simply too/complicated for my life/How'd I get so faithful to my freedom?/A selfish kind of life/When all I ever wanted was the simple things/A simple kind of life.. PS: im watching passion of the Christ on friday and im so excited bcause last night i was reading the purpose driven life book and i came to a realization that God in deed, should be the center of every person's life. The key thing to realize is that Jimmy Buffet is not played on the radio. Then when I write then post my entry I realize I have forgotten to put in that line I wrote the whole entry around.

Well hmm The weekend, disaster disaster DIFUCKENSASTER. I also wanted to experience the fun, hypo, crazy part of drinking alcohol, when you have like no control over your body and you just go crazy like singing songs or something, but that never happened, I just got sick. I felt like such an idiot, still do, I ruined chris's night and also mine it would have been a really good night if I hadn't have got drunk. And I still have managed to remain friends with these guys. I want to know what I'm getting, you know?