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Heya, just now got your note (sorry, I dont have net at home anymore). I wish I was near Louisville, lol. Im close to Lexington/Richmond area. :)
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only leaving because i've changed. i'm that this person anymore. i'm starting a new life with my husband-to-be, and i just have to admit that i've changed a little... enough not to be labeled-girl anymore. but you can read me at http://cailin_deas.livejournal.com ... there's also a link at the bottom of my last labeled-girl entry (under 'watch me').... feel free to leave comments at the new journal as i love hearing from you.
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I think (seriously) Id have to kill the cat. My dog has done that twice, luckily no one was in bed but it was on our new 80$ comforter. The bf about killed her...
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Heh, thanks for the note. Yeah, Im having doubts about this pregnancy stuff *again*. Last time was 10 yrs ago.... I baby my animals too. Talk to them like their little kids. :) xo
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Wow. Your food fight entry really hit home with me and my situation with my bf. Its the opposite really. I goto school full-time and do most the housework while hes leaving things out because hes quite forgetful and works full-time. Yet I wish he would just throw a 'thank you' at me, you know, appreciate me. The medicenes/lack of sex drive is true too but on his part. Like I said, it really hit home with me. xo
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Sending out a note to all who participating in BERTS before, I posted a new set this week. -- P.P.
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Watch out for souls, they're slippery. One organic, fully ripe strawberry, and all that complacency just disappears.
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thank you (i think), and happy belated birthday (i hope i'm not embaressingly late)
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happy birthday (belated?) ... if you want to talk or you want to hear me talk, email me and i'll send you my number. lord knows i can talk for hours without saying a word, but most people don't want to hear it.
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Happy 25th Birthday!!!!! :) I'm sure your mom's spirit is somewhere singing offkey to you. When I turned 25 I had a degree in science but was working an entry-level (barely above minimum wage) job at a mortgage company while I saving up money for grad school. No worries - life's a journey, not a destination. Have a great day.
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wow - I'm so sorry to hear about your mom. How tragic. I know words are meaningless when something like this happens...know that you're in my thoughts. Peace, teop
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thanks. you and i both know that i could never do him justice, but that's not going to stop me from trying. if nothing else, at least people will know that there was once a man like that.
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Thanks for the note, pumpkin pie. You are quite truly a charming person. See? I even called you pie!
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Yes, disappointed emails would work just fine, if I ever vanish again. Which is perfectly possible, considering how lazy I am. Alas.
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there's a song by Sarah Harmer called "basement apartment". i'm not sure how much it actually would have to do with your life, but that last entry brought it immediately to mind.
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thanks for still keeping up. i do appreciate it, and although my mind isn't always on this plane, i do read yours regularly. i hope this finds you well.
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Thanks for posting on my guestbook and expressing your concern. It was very sweet of you and I appreciate it. Everything is fine - it's just been pretty busy lately and I haven't had time to post or even read my buddies' entries for a while. I just got caught up this weekend and finally made an update. I hope you survive the transition in your living situation - perhaps it will provide lots of poetry ideas for you. "Life in Hell" could be the title of the collection of poems. ;)
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it's from annie. you taught me jonatha. i listen to her religiously.
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two people got together decades ago to put you on this planet. don't let their act go to waste, especially over some doctor...
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you're back! i hadn't noticed...sorry
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it's true that i miss him more everyday. i'm truly grateful that i was able to be beside him in his hospital bed. and i can't tell you what you should do ... because should is an awful word. but i hope for you not to beat yourself up over not being there and i hope for you not to regret a single thing. although the reasons are delicate and mind-numbing and sometimes terrible, everything happens for a reason. i have all the faith i can have that he knew more than he let on about all of us. you were a good friend to him, becca, and he never had friends for no reason.
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good to have you back.
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kingofpop : |
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Regarding the last entry - I understand. I can share nothing else than my empathy.
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came across your diary, & the last entry caught my attention, belive it or not, most fall straight into the love/phermone frenzy, and then get to know each other... if for you, you've had it mostly in the reverse matter, consider yourself lucky... but in either fashion it can work... if it will... :)
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perhaps this would be a good time to step back and take a mental photograph the next time you meet. you'll remember it for when you meet him again in the next life...
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well, that's why they hate us, isn't it? because they truly believe in something, and kid rock has playboy centerfolds wearing stars n' stripes bikinis in his videos for songs about beer and how amazing he is.
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i don't understand. (there's five syllables too...)
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Oh, it just didn't come out right. I don't know.
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(*singing*) perhaps there's something that wasn't there before...
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Hey, that's a good idea. What do you think I should use as the description of the ring? I was thinking, "If you think you're different, then you're seriously delusional." Do you have any suggestions?
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hey, thanks for the comment. yeah. i like designing. its fun. but then again unlike allot of designers thats all it is- a hobby. and dont worry about the typos *seems like thats all i get 2* :) either way thanks and ill be reading-sam
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why trouble?
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hello zorro. hello ali. i think i remember their names. hello evan. hello becca. yes, i'm here. yes, i've moved on. i was the boy who held a balloon in his hands and watched the balloon float away. i still have the string in my hands.
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"i do, of course," but it's easier to be wry...
blah blah blah. don't go into that wry.
tell us what the reason is why you're here.
is it a profound one? as cubiclegirl says,
"dish it up, baby."
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the last part was pretty.
but i liked where the first stanza was going before you chickened out :).
nice to see you back.
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re: "wow. thanks. you have just helped to combat some of my cynicism (i.e. my i can't make a difference attitude - knowing that you will be asking that of the parents you will be speaking with tonight)"
YAY. Just doing my job.
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Thanks for your entry on my guestbook. As I am thinking about what I will "teach" the parents of my students this evening during "Back to School Night," I am thinking also of your question -- what would MLK think and advise us? I will be teaching his "Letter from Birmingham Jail" this evening, and I think I will actually pose your question to the parents even if as a rhetorical one. So thanks again, and come back and visit my guestbook.
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It was the "please" that caught my memory.
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ha ha. im writing notes to myself because that way I'll know i'm loved. at least by me. but hey, what can i expect - im not nearly as active a member as most. shame, shame, shame on me...
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