login | signup

Alter your diary

Your info

Other stuff

Diaryland stuff

messages to seedpod:
(click here to add new message):

from cuillin :
I KNOW. I guess I don't regret it. No one knew me in real life; that was fortunate. I don't get why confessional writing is so very bad., though. What's wrong with telling everything and being open and honest? It's as if it's such a bad, bad thing.
from chiv :
Wednesday next. I didn't have to remind you after the fact, this time. AW. Heh, I wonder which friend. L? K? Maybe H but for some reason I seem to think not. I am drunk on cheap South African red. I hope you are well. I am less happy since Spacehead & crepes became an impossibility. xo
from boyecho :
run to the sea, the sea will not hold you
from chiv :
"Now Open, Seedpod Sponsorships for 2009. Seedpod is an arts seeding project. Seedpod provides artists/arts organisations. Each Seedpod project receives $1,000 financial assistance." Heh, I dunno, but, yeah, look, you're in a little arts magazine thingi.
from chiv :
I know you do, Spacehead. But you are harder to chase down than inept old men with scissors. Actually I kinda thought maybe Spacehead had slipped out of my world, or something. Hopefully this means you will gimme a proper haircut before I go home and don't see you again until we're old people. Weird, I've never seen that before. "Users online right now... somebody, somebody, chiv, somebody, seedpod, somebody..." Back in D'land at the same time, 'tis 2000-and-not-a-lot again.
from doctoredjnr :
I remember waking up in a hotel room this year thinking I had slept through the night and it was now morning. I looked at the clock at the clock and saw it was 8 at it obviously time to get up and pack. It took me 10 or 15 minutes to believe I had just slept through the afternoon.
from cuillin :
are you still out there, sweetums? please still be out there.
from hungryghost :
Look at you, updating and everything! Yes, you are right, as always. xo
from apathee :
we HAVE been here for years. ho ha ho ha ho ha....
from hungryghost :
Both gold-free, sadly. Perhaps a spartan re-design, notes only, photos up on Flickr instead of on hosting, as we struggle onward. When I was flying halfway around the world I thought of you, like, "A little further and I could be in Oz, and see Alex!" One day!
from doctoredjnr :
I think the guestbooks are broken. This makes me sad in an incredibly nostalgic way. I want to remove the link to the guestbook but I can't. I think if I keep this up enduser may wake up from hibernation.
from cuillin :
this thing fails when i try to leave my dearest a message...i have a surprise for you...i just had a poem published in one of the best online lit mags (no big head here, just happy I got in), AND there is an MP3 file of me reading it. Google the Fall 07 issue of 2River View and I am there...you'll hear my voice finally...i wish i could hear yours...let me know if you have trouble finding it; i'm dying for you to read/hear it. words and words and words. i would do nanowrimo again this year, but i don't have any time...finishing it once was enough for me, i think. it saved me back then. i love you love you love you and think of you more than you know. write! xoxoxo
from chiv :
Never! I mean, okay, how about the weekend after next? 7th-ish. Just for a couple of days. Don't run off, now.
from cuillin :
Everything here is haze and 110 F heat index, sweltering and bogging everything down. I am in a tall building and see 2 hawks swoop by every morning, and they sound like seagulls to me. I miss you. It's a Ghost town. Write me, because I love you more than the moon loves the ocean.
from chiv :
Hello, beautiful. I think that we should do the breakfast/lunch thing or the coupleofdrinks thing next time you have a suitable window, busyhead. x
from just-m :
"Greatness is possible if you hold your breath and count and then let it out slowly and know that no matter what ugliness might come... that.... hope... fuck how'd hope get in the door? How'd hope crawl out from under my bed. I have to clean up. I have to sort it out once and for all. I have to be honest and tell you that I'm scared- because my life doesn't give me great things like this without the cliche of it fucking up or me fucking up or something tragic happening." That whole bit really got to me...how'd you know what I was thinking?
from cuillin :
I found an email you wrote to me on my birthday a few years ago. It fascinated me and made me want to cry and I missed you more than ever. Please write me if you have the time -- curreractonellis at yahoo. I need to know how you're doing; I just really do....
from just-m :
Thanks for re-adding me to your favorites list! As for hitting rock bottom being an excuse for playing it safe...you're right, it is. But it's something that will be hard to change -- I've been this way forever. And I know it's not a healthy way to live. But change scares me...I'll work on that, though...what choice to I have, right?
from just-m :
Okay, it's been forever for me, but I'm still around. Still in love with your writing. I'm in need of some sort of output lately for all the things in my head, and this place worked before. I'm giving it another shot. Hope to see you around!
from foolosophy :
yeah... why is it that everyone makes it look so much easier than it is?? *hugs* i love you :) everyone should have an alex when they are growing up, life would be so much better then...
from cuillin :
Seeeeeeedpod. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedpod! My life for a seeeeedpod. I miss you.
from chiv :
Okay, just let me get my shoes on. Oh, you shouldn't have to wait, maybe I'll just run barefoot, hey.
from cuillin :
When oh when is the birthday? I have something to send you. Send an address? curreractonellis at the yahoo thingy dot and the com. Something you'll like. I miss you and love you so very much. We've got rubberbands connecting us, dear girl. We'll stretch and stretch but we'll always...you know the rest. Send me an address. Love you so dearly, old lady....and I miss you so much.
from cuillin :
I love you.
from insanius :
Miss you too!
from notm :
how come his hands are harsh. And is he a Koala or..?
from cuillin :
aaaaaaaaaalex, her name is aaaaaalex...she does the cha-cha, she does the merengue...she is so lovely; oh, she is SO lovely! There's this chick who never wants to lose you; the very thought makes her panic! This same chick just went to Yellowstone and the Big Horn Mtns. with a guy the day after she turned 29. She longs to tell you about it. curreractonellis at yahoo. I LOVE YOU, love o' my life.
from tit-fork :
you added me without the dash in my name, and missed out on all my shit, man. I'm great!! I'll be seeing you on sunday, I-rection.
from tit-fork :
you need the dash, the DASH! don't worry, you didn't miss out on much at all.
from foolosophy :
*hugs* hope ur doin ok babe, shall call soon, chin up :)
from thunderstorm :
1. You are beautiful. 2. When you meet the right guy, he won't be glancing at the girl at the next table, because he'll be so focused on you. 3. I was a monk for Halloween. :-)
from smileygrrl :
pssssssst...it's me charlie. i'm on vacation. my friend needs to talk to so please be her buddy. she is house sitting for me. her name is melodie meagan meadows. this is her email address: sucralosebeing@yahoo.com. please write her or a shark might eat you.
from gelert :
You say clever, pretty things. He would be listening if not dead inside. And looking, because your eyes are fucking cool. (So apparently we all say... things, when drinking.)
from dipndot :
i like your diary.
from foolosophy :
refusal to kiss is a biggy, more than words id say... hmmmm. soz i had to rush off before, was taking tina to the eye hospital for some pictures of her eye... *hugs* chin up girl :)
from bedperson :
93436206
from bedperson :
Hi. Me leave number next time!!
from surfratt :
lookie what we ave ere...
from radiosilents :
pow. with goodness. also, i know someone else who left you a comment, but she doesn't know that. in-cog-neat-o!
from tit-fork :
it's here, it's new, don'tcha know.
from foolosophy :
well, ive never been hit by a bus, but my near death experience had me seeing my life flash before my eyes, then an incredible calm... followed by the thoughts... bugger me, of all things im choking on a tomato.. what a way... and then mum saved my life... funny that?
from raven72d :
I like the thought of living in hotels... No traces.
from foolosophy :
I think i found another reason to love you, it used to... confuse and maybe frustrate me... but... the way you say things that make almost no sense to me, yet read like nothing else... yeah... ur cool alex :) hope ur doing ok, must catch up soon! Stu :)
from gelert :
Help, my imagination's over-worked.
from apathee :
ooh! ooh. and now i even like you more. chivey can come, too? aieeeee! yay then. tea it 's. i shall wear a pretty smile and arrive ready. when are we to start, then? and to think i was just in londontown with the chiv...
from raven72d :
I try to avoid seeing male bodies altogether, my own included. Confrontation is always useless. I never win arguments. Your entries-- I just went through half a dozen --are absolutely wonderful. I hope you'll explore all my older thoughts; I plan on reading all yours. Leave notes or e-mail ("Emil") and do talk... As a small, long-eared desert hedgehog, I do hope to hear from you and hear all about you.
from apathee :
i like you. -me
from just-m :
Aww, thanks for signing my guestbook, but the way I write is nothing compared to the way you write. You're amazing :)
from auzzman676 :
hello darling hope all is ,igot a car today 1975 mercedes.i do miss the seedy
from raven72d :
There's so much there inside that last entry...
from raven72d :
You do such wonderful, cryptic entries...
from halfdevoured :
[hugs Alex]
from cuillin :
no way. no way! thank god! the hallelujah chorus is playing in my head. i want details. and i want in on this pyramid scheme, please. i need to lounge. i love you!! i hope everything's okay. write write write xoxoxox
from auzzman676 :
you finally found me out ,yes i have.but alex did you feel good,about relizing that they are positive,you are ok.will send tomorrw
from auzzman676 :
hello
from chiv :
Ah crap "there is no guestbook here by that name.. so we're going to be bastards and delete the post you forgot to copy, because you were stupid enough to assume we provided a real rather than fictional service" There was a thingymajig. A whole programme, that's it, about whatsits.. seedpods. It was some murder thing. Turns out the seedpod did it. Or solved it, I forget, I think my head was in the other room or something.
from auzzman676 :
i just checked st kilda south po box1059its there waiting to be pick up hope it cheers you up stephen
from auzzman676 :
hello ,i sent some cds and photos to your box1052 st kilda last monday.they should have been there wed ,yes it good to have ravie back.chin up darling.stephen
from ravieslave :
All is as well as can be expected. I have been writing many a musical piece lately. Been thinking of you. The word "incisors" always reminds me of you, by the way. I am drunk and sobering up. I will be passing out soon, if I want to make this deadline. You are still as lurid as three-hundred-and-thirty-six hours ago. Thanks for being here when I've needed you. XO/OX.
from auzzman676 :
seedpod is also a very rare seedpod stephen
from madatmydesk :
You, Alexandra, are wonderful and beautiful. I just want you to know that I think of you often, miss you terribly, and love you more than you know. I'll be moving back to NC in 2-3 weeks, where I'll have regular internet access, so we'll get to chat again. Like we used to. I love you lots. You're my Super Goddess.
from auzzman676 :
sending some photos on monday,surprise you, stephen
from auzzman676 :
hello miss seedpod,ido like the colour that you have used if that allright.i just got a pro digitalcamera ,i am marco man,its another world looking thru a lens.the info book with camera is huge.so i will spend all weekend alone trying toget it going.i really hope ravie is safe .stephen
from auzzman676 :
read new entry blame it on mars,so close it rules lives and feeling.people look for love and lust ,but in the end its destiny that find you, and gives what you want.i am very handy with a spanner,but i think you need a good paint brush. stephen
from auzzman676 :
i would like you to do a diary design if you can,i need help as i am a computer virgin.if there is such a thing.but to my credit i learn fast.with the name my looks are like ozzy ,so auzz man was born. take care seedpod
from auzzman676 :
thats ok ,i also like ravie.i live in sydney take care stephen
from auzzman676 :
wonderful words ,australian wordweaver.
from knock-first :
enjoyed it!
from poker :
i have been foolish, why am i always so foolish? and then the shoop shoop song comes on the radio!!!!!!!!!!, i turn it up and sing......
from cuillin :
I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
from shamsi9 :
pretty words. i'm not sure what's the journal part and what's the header...i'm daft
from cuillin :
I NEED THOSE THINGS TO BE SAID TO ME! I swear, I'm that horrible 70's poster of that cat dangling by its claws by a tree branch that says stupidly: "Hang in there, baby!" Blaaaaaah. I love you!!! xoxoxox
from flann :
laugh i did. (oh, my brother and i had a talk about climbing trees last weekend. he may be wonderful at running large pieces of hospitals, but, no one but me knows this: his true genius, what he was born to do: climb trees. when i was a kid, I'd look away for a sec, look back, and -- 30, 40, 50 feet up... how the hell...
from flann :
I want to knit you a sweater...
from chiv :
that works, i think. though i'm sure i have some sort of "violence isn't the answer" moral somewhere. ho hum. i'd forgotten about this diary, i am a bad you-fan (looks ashamed)
from foryourtime :
too many times people assume that the beautiful noise of the guitar is created by a beautiful man. i see through his "tortured musician" glances...they fall for it, and i get screwed. in the end i guess i'd rather be real to myself than to someone else. p.s. -- i thought you had disappeared
from manosaur :
hello there, my internet connection has been extremely stubborn lately. bah. my msn messenger isn't working either. bah. i'll write you soon sweetie...it was so nice talking to you (albeit brief). p.s. i sure could use some of that australian warmth here in chicago--'tis freeezing here!
from flann :
still she haunts me...
from flann :
I like it all but "Screaming" from the line "It's like a hail storm in here" I copied in black marker onto my ceiling
from foryourtime :
and what did i ever do to make you feel this way? maybe it's just because we're strangers
from ghost-vodka :
why are you thinking about all this anyway? because its fun to put our bodies through misery. atleast thats why i do it. misery is company.
from smellyfinger :
GO TO BED!! ALEX, GO TO BED!!!! GO TO BED, DON'T WET THE BED!!!! Sleep in heavenly peices.
from flann :
i read of the many hearts you are responsible for, and that got me thinking...
from flann :
was gonna leave just the one entry, but, look at that, I've gone and made you a poem. F
from manosaur :
bah. you're never on-line when i am. i suppose it has to do with those pesky time-zones and whatnot. oh well, hopefully i'll catch you sometime soon. still anxiously awaiting my present--hint, hint. oh hey, is the book you're reading about the guy whose parents both died of cancer called 'a heartbreaking work of staggering genius'? i love that book, and coincidentally, dave eggers is from the chicago suburbs, and he also briefly attended my alma mater. but, i guess that would only be interesting to you if in fact that is the book you're reading, and not some other book about a guy whose parents both died of cancer.
from manosaur :
a present, eh? you've peeked my interest--i love presents. i've been reading slapmeharder, i like that one a lot, adding it to my favorites. i wish i had the guts to write more openly about myself, but too many people know who i am. this damn diary of mine has gotten me into quite a bit of trouble in the past, so i'm trying more and more to either make my entries virtually indecipherable to those who know me, or just keep the real juicy bits to myself. i'm going to try and get a hold of you via msn messenger, that is if i can get the damn thing to work on my computer.
from smellyfinger :
Damn you for not being here when I'm extremely fucked up. Make me a tea ketttle buddy.
from manosaur :
i like your diary just fine. so much that i went ahead and added you as a favorite, as well. now what was it you were trying to say at 3 in the morning?
from bedperson :
you're a freak. don't come here much cause i gotta be in a particular mood for my preconceptions of 'poetry'. tonight i was. love it. love it.
from ghost-vodka :
a whole secret world here. if it happens again i am going to see a doctor, i promise.
from bedperson :
i remember your poetry from six years ago. hee!
from doctoredjnr :
My parents used to say the same thing to us, that every one elses kids were better behaved, that they didn't fight as much. I remember when we were 11 or 12 we were in the pool fighting and my Dad came down, ripped us out of the pool and took us to his room. Where he made us stand in front of the window and look at the pool. In the pool were the children of another family and he said "Look at thenm, do you see them fighting? Why can't you be more like them!" Before sending us to our rooms. Every time they wanted to compare us to some one, make us behave better or change our behaviour they would always refers us to the family from the pool. They don't that, they do this. They wouldn't say that. Sometimes when I think back about it, I can't help but think they would have been happier if we hadn't of been their children.
from smellyfinger :
Happy Birthday. You are number 27 in line.
from musicnut :
I fucking love the last entry. It is the first of this brand that I understood. It made me laugh, think, and wonder if my dog lies to me like that. Girl, will you ever learn?
from smellyfinger :
The goffer hit paydirt.
from furpatroller :
*peers around nervously*.....
from smellyfinger :
Oh, I'm gonna leave you such a note. I'm gonna leave it right here, right now. You're gonna see it and you'll be like "NO Way!", but the note will be like "Way". It's gonna be the notiest note to ever be noted in a note leaving place. Yoohoo is tastey.
from smellyfinger :
You were supposed to be making a difference with the children. Tell them that it's not too late to start cutting their toes off and selling them to the meat man that hands out clams.
from smellyfinger :
No, we are winning. We keep you occupied. Soon you will do nothing but send messages. You will no longer go to work, shower, or eat. Then you will die and the chickens will do the dance of the chicken that dances on your face!
from smellyfinger :
Actually, this is all of your admirererers. We came together. Formed a club. You can't be in it. Deflower the lightbulb, but leave the banananananana alone. Collectively, we are 496 years old.
from smellyfinger :
Well the sun of course!!!! I had a radio, but they took that away from me with my virginity. It's standard here. Radios and sex go hand in hand. I saw Darth Vader.
from smellyfinger :
I have an e-mail address!!!! Do you?? That's crazy. When do the chickens fight the monkeys in the battle of the Gluckenspiel?
from smellyfinger :
I am in the U.S. where the dingoes flow like water in a desert. We have TV, and cars, and houses here. There are also things called people, and other things called animamals. I had a pickel with my sandwhich. They took away my greeting cards.
from smellyfinger :
Is it that obvious in my voice that I am sad? I lost my comb and mom told me to get a new one but I didn't want a new one and I started crying and then she hit me and I cried more and then there was this squirrel and I had to go to the bathroom again.
from smellyfinger :
I'm sorry, I don't eat Dingo Biscuits. They make me soo thirsty that I end up driving my car to the nearest gas station. When I get there, all I do it pretend to put gas in my car. People stare at me and I say, AMEN, I have a nipple. Actually, two. Then I lose my mind and they take me away again.
from smellyfinger :
I ate all of the elves and blamed it on Satan Claws. Then I took the reindeer for a joy ride. I like cookies.
from smellyfinger :
I don't have all the answers, I just guessed when they asked me my sex. Don't tell mom and dad that the house is on fire. They'll kill me. Just let them sleep. I'll take care of it tomorrow.
from smellyfinger :
Monichobula. Ha. There's another big word!!! How about psychodibulum. HO HO HO!! Merry Fishmas!!!!
from smellyfinger :
There is no hiding from the troll of misjudgement. You drink and I'll drink, and we'll both end up drunk. Then I can go driving!!!
from smellyfinger :
IT IS YOU!!!! I knew it! I'll get you my pretty, and your little chicken tooo!!!
from seedpod :
you really didn't have to listen to me I was only joking. I mean. I was being sarcastic kids. come on!
from seedpod :
enough from all of you the noise in here is deafening. ha ha.
from alithiel :
I love your diary! It's interesting and you write really really well. Honest.
from slapmeharder :
bounce.......bounce......bounce.......
from insanius :
Whoooosh!!
from slapmeharder :
weeeeeeee
from insanius :
PLUNK!
from slapmeharder :
plink
from slapmeharder :
plonk

back to seedpod's profile
recommend this diary to a pal?

Other diaries starting with the letter:
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Back to Diaryland


Recent public entries

Users online right now