Sometimes I think that God is like some sit-com writer, creating funny episodes with my life. I'm not finding the humor in it, but you might ( Read more... )

I wonder what my dad is thinking today. Fourty four years ago, he and my mom, then a blushing bride, exchanged their wedding vows. I have this cute picture of them. He's this skinny little thing in a light colored suit. He's got this expression, "What was I thinking?!" And she looks like a fairy tale princess. I don't understand how she ( Read more... )

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How did I ever survive prior to Live Journal ( Read more... )

Have you ever spoken to someone and you swear on your life if they say one more thing you're head will simply explode. Why can't I just tell people, "Dude! You are fucked up! Shut your trap trippy!" What the fuck is all this noise about. God damn shut the fuck up. You're mouth runs too fucking much! Arrghh ( Read more... )

So many people that I know have these live journals. I'm not sure what I really think of them or if I'll even share this with anyone. I suppose there is something cathartic about putting your thoughts out there. I started to say something about putting your thoughts on paper. I guess that isn't happening though is it ( Read more... )