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July 3rd, 2008.
Previously...
     Yes, I was a miserable old sod for several weeks.  I was alone again.  Sure, surrounded by friends, but no one close enough.  I put up a near impenetrable barrier around myself.  I wasn't going to allow the past to ruin anything, and a big part of that was insulating myself from anything that resembled what had ( Read more... )

 
June 22nd, 2008.
Previously…
     Gina and Jose’s wedding ceremony went off without a hitch.  They were perfect for each other, it appeared.  That was definitely a good thing.  The only worries I had was that they were moving off to the west coast, Fort Lewis, Washington to be exact (about 45 minutes away from Seattle).  That was a long way away ( Read more... )

June 21st, 2008.

Previously…

Life was slowly returning to normal. Or what could be considered normal. My life has been and was always completely unpredictable. I lived with the ‘what is, is’ philosophy. It made life simple, or at least made it seem that way. It kept me balanced. If something catastrophic occurred, I would shrug my shoulders and ( Read more... )

June 20th, 2008.

Previously…

Surviving a really bad breakup was new to me.  In the past when I went out with a woman, nothing ever lasted too long, and the breakup was nearly always amicable (well there was that one time, but it was only once).  Life moved on, and I kept on walking.  My longest relationship before this one had lasted ( Read more... )

June 19th, 2008.

Previously…

Life was properly grand.  I had a job, a new car, a decent place to live (safe, quiet, and location-wise was nearly perfect).  I even had a girlfriend.  I know, it's funny, but it was true.  Fun and happiness for 9 months then I suddenly got hit with a 2x4.  And then I got kicked to the curb for nothing and ( Read more... )

August 8th, 2007.
     Previously…

So, I got the whole Darth Vader treatment and got my jaw wired shut. Not the best feeling on the planet, but at least my mandible bones wouldn't go slipping out of place in an exquisitely painful manner while I tried out my new set of straws. Yes, you lot heard that right-straws. My mum bought me a package of ( Read more... )