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yours is still the only diary I read. I am too lazy to checkout other diaries, so cheers to you for entertaining me. mine is locked because some of my psycho friends found it and were being major crybabies. But if you're curious... the username is tofurious and password is poopoo. I'm verrrrrry mature ;)

from tofurious :

yours is still the only diary I read. I am too lazy to checkout other diaries, so cheers to you for entertaining me. mine is locked because some of my psycho friends found it and were being major crybabies. But if you're curious... the username is tofurious and password is poopoo. I'm verrrrrry mature ;)

from oldirv :

well, back again, after a lo-o-o-o-o-ng time not hearing from you. *sad* *wipes tears away* Oh, well, you don't care if you've broken my heart. That's the way it's always been, for me. But I still love you, anyway.

from camille06 :

This is embarassing for me, but flattering for you, so here you go: I read your diary at work...I dont remember how I found it, but I read a few entries and was HOOKED. You write so well. So I read about 5 and then back tracked till about a year ago and read all those and now I am back to present day and I have nothing to read! Its like a good book that has kept me entertained and smiling and nodding and agreeing and saying to myself..."My God, she hit the nail on the head" SO THERE, my confession: I read your diary like a book during my 8 hour work shifts. Have a good one, and please keep writing, I AM ADDICTED!! One of your "ghosts" -Camille

from tofurious :

wow that other guy left you a pretty intense message. i wanted to say, if you have msn, add me to your list. my email is [email protected] i read your diary often, but i always find myself replying to your questions and comments (in my head) directed to yourself and no one. so i thought "why not try and talk to her instead"

from oldirv :

Hi, Brightdawn... I accidentally came upon your diary today. I'm an old guy out in Seattle, and I was trying to find the words to an old song . . . actually, I know most of the words, but it's a song that isn't heard these days, and I was suddenly curious to see if I could find anything on the web about it. So I started entering phrases from it into Google. It has a kind of crazy title, such that the start of it could be spelled in any number of ways. Well, here's the opening verse . . . What do you want to make those eyes at me for? When they don't mean what they say, They make me glad, they make me sad, They make me want a lot of things I never had... You can see what I mean about the way it starts, which is the name of the song. Those first three words could be contracted in a lot of ways (Whaddya... etc.). Well, in the middle of it, a verse starts: "What do you want to fool around with me for?" So I put "fool around with me for" into Google, and it came up with just a single link, which happened to be a diary entry of yours from May 15, 2003. A letter you wrote to possibly an imaginary fellow to whom you were attracted but didn't want to "fool around with." A letter that you were going to use for any and all such situations. I read it all, of course, because it really intrigued me, how you worked with it. And it made me a good deal curious about you, because I happen to be a writer myself. A letter writer, a journal writer and an essay writer (and of recency, a book writer!). Since it was up there and open to me, I'll confess that I looked at a few of your more current entries, and found them even more fascinating, the way your mind works with something. So I could hardly pass up the opportunity of sending you an email to let you know, and see if perhaps you are open to a bit of exchange. After all, you do register the complaint . . . "i'm going to stop writing in here again, soon, i think, i feel, because it feels too one-way. no feedback. just mysterious people i know in real life coming by to spy on me. oh, i let you, it's my own fault. i'll close the drapes soon, unless you wave. things feel pointless. say what you like. say what you don't. expound on something small, summarize something large. draw a connection. point something out. correct me. i'm getting uncomfortable like this. money won't fix it." So here I am, someone responding to you from the outer world, on the basis of a purely chance connection. I write in LiveJournal, myself, so I am not a stranger to the vogue, but I appreciate the opportunity to make an 'inter-journal' contact. And I hope to hear from you. Added: I couldn't get the email to you to work, or the other message page, either, even after I became a member myself. Gosh, this is the last possibility . . . I hope it works. My own personal email is [email protected], which is a better bet than leaving me a message on Diaryland. My very best to you... Irv Thomas

from tofurious :

i like your diary. you are pretty good.

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