Archive for September, 2006
Friday, September 29th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #40
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
The alcohol is the enemy of youth. As we cling to the bottle, we release our childhood. […]
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Friday, September 29th, 2006
The FagaVault - Episode Nineteen
Tips for those taking a picture of their weiners for Casual Encounters on Craigslist:
1) Creating perspective with an object is fine, but be careful of what you use. Holding a remote control next to your boner is not sexy. Nor is a toilet paper roll or an action figure. Think chic and classy, like an […]
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Thursday, September 28th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #39
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Of the sexes, so much wiser is the woman. Able to find light in the most hideous, […]
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Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #38
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Happiness. I remember what you’re like. Fleeting and Lovely. Why can’t you stay? Stop! Forget! Sleep! Morning […]
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Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #37
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Eighteen
Graduate
Explore
Experience
Fantasy
Fade
The high of the prom didn’t last too long it seems. Here […]
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Monday, September 25th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #36
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Some secrects are so much better kept. When I first found out about the loan, it seemed […]
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Friday, September 22nd, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #35
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
SUCH A MANY SPLENDORED THING IS LIFE.
it hurts to be here.
I want to be free and […]
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Thursday, September 21st, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #34
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
For the first time, life is wonderfully confusing. I ask the gods tonight to help me. Venus, […]
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Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #33
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
I look at the garter belt and find that I remember the night so well. I’m still […]
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Tuesday, September 19th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #32
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
She lingers in my mind, now all the time.
The memories still linger, she’s at the tips of […]
