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toast3r

Subject:	Article up: When you can't stay positive, why not try being negative?
Time:	9:06 am.

Some of you may have known that I posted this article on Friday in the Examiner. I didn't announce it because I did not know what my power level would be like today. I'm about 48% to 50% today.

Anyways, I wrote this article because I was dealing with the frustration of not being able to stay positive or even think positive on tough times. The problem is that I couldn't stay positive so I decided to write about why it's actually GOOD to be negative. I wrote it almost as a way to vent.

But looking back at the article, even if it is metaphysically politically incorrect, being negative IS a good idea when things are tough. And this article lists the reasons why.

http://www.examiner.com/x-12989-LA-Occult--Paranormal-Examiner~y2009m7d10-When-you-cant-stay-positive-why-not-try-being-negative

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kjaz

Time:

7:34 am.

Well I'm back from my week with The Family + a few friends in Minnesota. Back to Summer. It was 100 degrees when I landed yesterday at 10 a.m.. Ugh. Minnesota weather was amazingly perfect. It made me almost want to move back there. Well for maybe 4 months of the year anyway. My friends and I toured the new Guthrie Theater along the banks of the Mississippi near St. Anthony Falls. Not only was the Guthrie amazing, but there are all these lofts now right in that hood that look very nice! Just for laughs and giggles I'm going to check online and see how much these places cost. PiLL and I would love to have a place to go to (once we retire) to escape the hell that is Summer here in AZ, and one of these places could be just the ticket.
There I go dreaming again. I need me a sugar daddy. ;)

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kishenehn

Subject:	Weekend gorging ...
Time:	7:03 am.

So there was a yard sale a few blocks away from me on Saturday, tended by four buff college guys ... each one wearing only a pair of shorts. I managed to arrange my errands so that I drove by there a ridiculous number of times, but I never stopped to browse ... and the fact that I didn't actually bothers me a little bit. How will I be a creepy old man if I show restraint like that?

(Speaking of which, I've really felt the need to get laid lately. Any volunteers? Don't make me start trolling the "casual encounters" postings on Craigslist, now! :-)

Anyhow, it was a busy weekend, filled with out-of-town guests. My old frat brother Bill was back in town, this time with his e-harmony.com girlfriend Shelly. I was a little surprised to discover that she was actually great -- a very nice person, and a total babe to boot! The three of us spent most of our time together eating: an al fresco dinner at Casa Sanchez on Friday, breakfast at the Stockyard the next morning, and dinner at Ted's that night. Good times all around, and Bill can certainly suck down those double vodka martinis.

And my old friend Alan was around, as well ... in town to do an utterly insane 50-mile trail run. He met up with the rest of us at dinner on Friday, and it was interesting because it was a first meeting of two old friends of mine, each of whom had heard wild stories from me about the other in his youth.

Anyhow, Alan spent the night in my living room, left for the race a little after 4 AM Saturday morning, and ran it in something like 14 hours. He was waiting in front of my house when I got home from dinner that night, a battered shell of a man ... but after a night on my floor he was pretty much his old self again. He's so disgustingly fit. We did breakfast at the Stockyard before he headed home ... so I managed two consecutive Stockyard breakfasts, which is a hallmark of a great weekend for me.

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I thought I had a couple of other things to mention, but they've escaped me for the moment ... so I guess I'll just leave you with some photos. These are a couple of texture studies, photos taken a couple months ago at the old ghost town of Bowdoin.

A couple of you might recognize this photo as showing a pile of old railroad tie plates. It also shows what happens when you combine Photoshop craziness with a whole bunch of coffee.

And I'm not sure about the technical merits of this photo, but I was fascinated by the subject. This is an old brick, that has spent the last 85 years or so buried in the inhospitable desert soil there.

Bowdoin brick

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sonicsuperslide

Subject:	"Emotions Taking Me Under, I'm Lost In The Song"
Time:	11:10 pm.
Mood:	calm.
Music:	Emotions- Destiny's Child.

So i said i would post a update on my last post and here it is. Yesterday was the big day. the big family even i went to. i did run into my father and his new family. it was much more harder for me that i realized it would be. i had so much family around me and yet i really felt alone yesterday. i have kept so much hid under my heart for a long long time that when i got back home i had to be alone and i let out some tears. big boy's don't cry right? hell yes we still do. i woke up today and you know what the first words out of mouth was? "I hate him"...and as i layed there i knew this was not who i am. it's over and yet it was not. i spent all day today just doing some thinking. i spoke to someone about this and how i was feeling. my true feelings, wanting to be heard and i was told in so many words to "get over it". i lost a lot of respect for that person with just those 3 words. i just made a vow to myself today that even tho i may never "get over it" i need to move on and let go. so that is what i am doing. i need to focus on the good in my life because isnt that what life is really all about? and i have so many good thing's in my life. i may not have the kind of father who i can be proud of or even call him a dad. i DO have this wonderful mother who in my life has really been both to me. a father and a mother. i have so much respect for a women like that. so here is for all the mother's out there who had to also be father's to there kid's. cheers to that! tonight i can sleep in peace and be thankfull for all the good i have. thanks for the listen LJ friends. much love....Marc xoxoxo

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durancureboy

Subject:	and it's over...
Time:	10:39 pm.

the weekend, that is.

not much got done.

My weekend was useless.

Today I got my weekly stock of fruits, veggies and yogurt.

I felt like ass all day yesterday. I didn't manage to eat and keep food and liquid down till after 6.

I was online last night and some guy in a town nowhere near here, we're talking on the NH line, and not the NH line that's kinda near me, the one that's 90 minutes away. At 1230 at night he was trying to talk me into meeting him, I was like "umm it's late and you're far"

I ended up crashing with my laptop in my bed and woke up today, logged online and apologized, I don't like people to think I'm a dick who will leave them hanging with no reply. I was like 'I'm sorry, I fell asleep last night, but maybe we could meet up some time"... and this kid is exactly my type, cute, was decent enough to talk to, I don't just meet people randomly in the middle of the night, I prefer something substantial.

The reply I got "I don't do maybes. You can just contact me when you want to get together and you'll make a plan and you'll keep it, I'm tired of this "fell asleep" bullshit"

I made the decision to not contact him at all. you're cute, but if you're a pushy douche I'm not gonna waste my time.

the people that have hit on me lately are strange. Thin people that want me because I'm fat... what the fuck is that shit? Sorry boys, I won't be this way for long. and then there are the fat people who want me cuz I'm fat. when I talk about losing weight the reply is "why? you're perfect the way you are, I like chubby guys" well I don't like being one. Being overweight isn't healthy, it's not attractive, I'm not gonna be a part of your odd fetish. I'm not saying being fat is bad, I'm saying it's bad for me. I want to be normal, I want to be average, I don't want tits, I don't want a fat face, I don't want a gut.

So, I'm done for awhile. No guys. I need to focus on me. The guys I like don't look at me they way I look now. If they reject me now, why would I want them later? I don't know, glutton for punishment?

I don't know why I'm rambling on about all this, it doesn't matter in the end, does it?

all that matters is that I'm getting healthy and more secure with myself.

Fin.

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jpittman

Subject:	Good weekend
Time:	10:20 am.

I think that overall this was one of the best weeks I have had in a long time. There is definitely something to being on vacation.

His was the week of forth of july and we went to a BBQ out in fall river mass. It was on a lake with lots of really cool private fireworks and a bonfire that was huge. The best part was probably the fireworks though. They were so close and loud!

Other than that, there was a bit of fun when we went and played golf at slithers marsh golf course. It was quite nice and we were a little sore for a couple days afterward but nothing serious. I went to the doctor and he told me that my shoulder was fine and that I'm able to exercise again. I can't really express how scary that was for me. I know hat someday that could happen but I hope that it is a long time into the future.

This past Wednesday I also went to the casino with my mom and meme. It was a nice day with them and I try to make sure that I have as many good times with them as I can. the best ting about this week thouh is that jon and I were both off work. So we got to spend a lot of time together that we normallly don't get to spend.

Last night we had dinner with some of my friends from college that I don't get to see very often. They are parents now and their daughter is adorable. But they asked us if we would ever do that and we strongly say no. I just get scared of what that would mean for our life. Especially in this world.

Back to work tomorrow and I am determined to make the best of it. I had a meeting on Friday with my boss and I guess it turned out well. Only time will tell but I am confident right now. So we will see.

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droopydog500

Subject:	Pittsburgher
Time:	9:35 pm.

I am in San Framcisco at Ghirardelli Square. I am wearing a t-shirt from a local Pittsburgh university and a guy walks up to me as asks if I am from Pittsburgh. I said yes, and he tells me that he also lives in Pittsburgh. Of course, walking up to a total stranger and chatting them up is a typical thing for a Pittsburgher to do, but this guy has been in Pittsburgh only 2 months. I only talked to the guy for 5 minutes (his mother was hungry) but he was really interesting. He lived in a monastery for a while, lived in the desert for a month, walked the Appalacian Trail and broke his leg, and travelled to Pittsburgh on a whim and said if he can find a job and roommate in 7 days, he would stay and he did.

A real interesting guy.

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innersmile

Subject:	bruno
Time:	12:10 am.

Não vi nem o Ali G nem o Borat, os filmes-personagem que o Sacha Baron Cohen fez antes deste Bruno, apesar de, é claro, estar familiarizado com as personagens, por causa dos programas de TV. Não sou grande fã do humor do SBC, embora me agrade um certo lado subversivo. Mas o facto de esse humor se basear muito em pôr os outros a ridículo, mesmo quando eles merecem, deixa-me quase sempre incomodado. É um humor que está muito próximo da humilhação e se há coisa que não suporto é ver alguém ser humilhado.

Fui então ver o Bruno porque tinha vontade de ver como é que ele utilizava a homossexualidade da personagem. Não estava à espera que o filme tivesse uma leitura muito plana acerca do assunto, nem gozando abertamente com os clichés ligados aos homossexuais, nem, pelo contrário, pondo a ridículo a homofobia. Ou seja, não me parecia que o filme tivesse uma leitura política. O que de facto acontece. O humor de SBC funciona demasiado como um rolo compressor para conseguir salvaguardar muitas subtilezas, apesar de ser um humor mais inteligente e mental do que parece.

Para falar com franqueza acho que o SBC utiliza demasiado o sexo como elemento desencadeante das situações. Não que isso me choque pessoalmente, mas acho que tem um efeito perverso: muitas vezes o filme esgota-se nesse incómodo, e o facto de ser todo construído sobre isso faz com que haja uma certa dissipação do cómico. Ou seja, ser provocador só faz sentido quando se pretende obter mais qualquer coisa do que uma simples reacção. É um terreno perigoso, o do provocador: raras vezes consegue ser subversivo, a maior parte delas limita-se a ser um chato.

Sinceramente acho que é sobretudo isso que acontece ao Bruno.

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durancureboy

Subject:	wtf happened last night?
Time:	9:44 am.

so, I went out for drinks with coworkers last night. I had only eaten fruit and salad all day, I was saving up my calories for my dinner and a few drinks.

I had chicken parm, it was good, I was drinking cider (went to British Beer Company so had to drink something british!), we were there awhile, we were having a blast. It was me and 2 others from my full time job.

I remember ordering and drinking my last drink. I don't remember much what happened after that. I don't remember paying, but the money isn't in my wallet. I don't remember driving home. but I remember when I got in. I got up early today like at 6, feeling like ass. still do. I went to grab my wallet out of my pants so I could go to Jenny Craig... there was vomit on my pants. found my shirt too, vomit on the collar.

I have an odd memory or am I imagining this? I remember(?) laying on the ground somewhere in the grass and pulling the grass out. wtf is that all about?

then I go to my car and find that there's remnants of vomit in the back seat... which meant I sat in the back. My seat was pushed way far back, my sirius radio was on a different channel than I listen to. I got driven home! By who!?

I think it was my coworker, he's tall. but if he drove me home, how the hell did he leave here and get home? There's so many unanswered questions right now. I texted him and was like "WTF did I do last night? did you drive me home? I'm sorry if I embarrassed you and luis" and he replied with "Don't worry about it, it was fun" lol

I remember coming in a bit after 10, I saw the clock. I thought I had to puke so I went to the bathroom and nothing came up, apparently I had already puked elsewhere.

I can't find my glasses. After taking my wallet out of my pants, I couldn't find it... like I'm still drunk. I had to go to Jenny Craig.... I found it and went to see my consultant. She was like "yeah, you can't really drink much if you only ate salad and fruit yesterday" and she told me about her black out she had last week so I didn't feel bad lol. I was picking my menu and was like "ok I'll eat that when I get home" and she goes "I don't think that's a good idea, you probably shouldn't eat anything for awhile" she's right.

I tried drinking water and felt sick. I still feel sick. I had to call out of work because I got drunk last night and acted a fool, got my ass driven home in my own car, puked, and might still be intoxicated and feel like I'll puke any time now.

and I still can't find my glasses! I need them, I don't know how I'm typing this without being able to see (so they might be a lot of typos)

I think it goes without saying... I'm done drinkin for a looooooooong time. Last night was really the first drinking night I've had since starting Jenny. I don't count the 2 beers I had at Mohegan Sun. But the Brits make a strong drink.

and while I'm typing... I lost 3.8 pounds this week for a total of 8.8 pounds lost in 2 weeks!!!

and now I'm going to try to find my glasses and sleep it off. If I left my glasses somewhere I will not be pleased. I most likely put them down when I got home, but I don't know... oh god how embarrassing... am I in college again? lol

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kishenehn

Subject:	The poll of polls ...
Time:	7:20 am.

So when I first began doing these polls, almost eight months ago now, I decided I'd keep them going as long as there was interest -- but only that long. And I decided that the benchmark for "losing interest" would be a poll that garnered fewer than fifty responses.

That happened last week, which prompts the poll below. Answer honestly, now!

Poll #1428290 The poll of polls ...
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: Friends

What do you think about the weekly polls I've been doing?

I'm still enjoying them.
69 (95.8%)

Maybe it's time to give them a rest for a while.
3 (4.2%)

What do you think about the more "adult" poll topics?

Honestly, they make me a bit uncomfortable sometimes.
4 (5.5%)

Doesn't matter one way or the other.
41 (56.2%)

They're the ones I enjoy the most!
28 (38.4%)

Here's your chance to suggest a topic for a future poll:

As always, comments are encouraged. As for me, my honest thoughts are a bit ambivalent. I certainly don't have a passionate attachment to the polls, so I wouldn't miss them much if they were gone ... but sometimes they're kind of fun and I'm nowhere near out of poll ideas. I do enjoy the adult questions, as I think many people do ... but I also suspect that they weird a fair number of you out.

Anyhow, I'd definitely like your feedback ... but at the same time I don't promise that I'll absolutely abide by the vote. Thanks. :)

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full_exposure

Subject:	Death
Time:	4:58 am.

I've been thinking about death a lot lately. In recent weeks it's just been a common theme , from Michael Jackson to the movies I've watched to visiting a sick friend. I know just mentioning the subject of death here it'll spark concern but I'm doing well and everything is fine. It's just been on my mind...

I've been visiting a friend who has been sick and I've seen how lonely it is and it has been sad and eye-opening. It reminds me of the movie The Beach where the wounded man who was dying in pain was moved farther away so the members of the island didn't have to hear his cries. No one wants to be around it and out of sight out of mind. I too have those moments where my petty problems trumps all and I think it's natural.

I wonder about what if I got sick, what if I was lying in pain- who would still be around and who would move me away from the beach? I think I know the answer and just glad that it probably would never happen.

I am glad I know or at least think I know who I can count on and who really don't are just filler. It's been a good year so far, a little stressful but over-all very good.

I'm looking forward and feeling positive. I'm making plans and always learning. I'm laying in bed next to Nick... He's sleeping, lol well it is 5am... Anyway it's nice. Really nice.

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technocandy

Subject:	Hmmmmm....
Time:	10:30 pm.
Mood:	indifferent.
Music:	The Used - A Box Full of Sharp Objects.

So, i was talking to a guy and he said something that made me feel really good

"But you always seemed cool in a different way. I viewed you for having a kind of "fuck you mentality" which i admire and im in the same boat."

Thats what i try to pride myself, cuz seriously. most of the time who gives a fuck what people think.

At the same time people think just because you have a "fuck you" mentaility you're an agsty person that thinks the world owes them something. And that IS NOT me. Lately i've been looking at it from a different point of view and was thinking on that i should work on it and chage that about myself. Cuz i think thats what people think of me.

At the same time, the selesct few, that I get along with, are almost on the same page or love me for being that was and make me feel really good.

and those are the people that really know Me. that really understand and get my humor/thinking/sarcasm...

ugh. Im Stuck = drunk and stoned

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lifein2x3

Subject:	My Astrological Chart per a_trifle_deaf
Time:	5:35 pm.

Now, I've always been a hardcore skeptic, but recently I've come to start to think there might be something to this astrology thing. So I asked a friend of mine to take my date, time and location of birth, and figure it out. In this case, March 22, 1982 at DePaul Hospital in Norfolk. I've been told two times for when I was born, either 1 am or 3:45 pm. I personally think 1 am is the correct time, and it happens to be closer to reality. So I had him run two charts.

They're scary accurate. The only difference between the two was the rising sign, so I'll put both of them. They're both fairly accurate.

( Step in to my brain... )

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sonicsuperslide

Subject:	Only Over You~
Time:	6:44 pm.
Mood:	energetic.
Music:	Fleetwood Mac- only over you.

I'm so boy crazy today! i went for a run and OMG i want to make out with all the guys i saw today. my car is filth and maybe i will take my baby to get a wash. it's hard to car flirt with a dirty car. that's rule #1. Tony's mom called last night and he was not around. so she tried my cell. i love her but sometimes ...BAM! TO THE MOON ALICE! she loves to talk and talk and talk. after a while her voice seemed to go in slow motion. i came this close to just pretending that her call was about to drop. i do love her tho. so right now i am going back to work. lunch time is over. happy weekend everyone and please hold a good thought for me for tomorrow.

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flyboys

Subject:	Filter time
Time:	12:18 pm.
Mood:	calm.

Hey all,

(comments screened to protect the world)

sorry about one of the previous posts... I did my best to filter it, but my efforts failed.

Here's the deal:
If you want to read EVERYTHING (including sexual stuff) i have to say, let me know and I'll add you to the filter
If you don't want to read the down and dirty, don't say anything (or do,) and you will remain off the filter.

This is my journal, and people follow it.
I'll write what I feel I want to remember / share, and sometimes that will include sexual stuff. I know I offended a few of you with the previously mentioned post..

So... for those not shy... drop me your thoughts and I'll add ya to the filter.

For those who have no clue what I'm talking about... are we friends yet? are you logged in? ;)

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doublethink82

Subject:	Letting Go
Time:	7:52 am.

True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.

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You hug him good-bye like it's nothing... While all you want to do is hold on forever. But you let go, smile and walk away. Then cry all the way home, because you know it will never be the same. Because, try as you might, you can't make someone love you. Sometimes you have to let them be free. And letting go... That is when love hurts the most of all

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doublethink82

Time:

7:09 am.

I hadn't heard from him in 3 weeks. I got a text message half way through my shift at work last night and he said he was coming down today to bring me the rest of my stuff, and to get back his.

I completely lost it at work and had to leave. Luckily,

uglyfuzzy had me over and was my life saver last night. When life gets very tough for me, I always call him and he's there with open arms and warm words. I just cant believe it's over.

He's coming today at 2. I have some things I need answered, and I want to say my peace.

I'm just looking for the inner strength to get through today with as little tears as possible.

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innersmile

Subject:	serbis
Time:	8:40 am.

Já tinha visto um filme do realizador filipino Brillante Mendoza, Pantasya, e não tinha achado grande piada. Mas vi agora Serbis (Serviço) e gostei bastante. Tenho ideia de o filme ter sido exibido num festival de cinema português, creio que no IndieLisboa, mas não tenho a certeza.

O filme é todo construído à volta (ou melhor, dentro) de um velho cinema, daqueles enormes, com plateia, balcão e muitos foyers, que está completamente decrépito, sujo e degradado, e cuja programação consta de filmes pornográficos, em sessões frequentadas sobretudo por homossexuais à procura de engates. O velho cinema chama-se Family, é gerido por uma família que vive nas próprias instalações, e constitui o palco da sua luta pela sobrevivência.

O edifício é, e isso para mim é o mais fascinante do filme, a sua principal personagem. O modo como são ocupados os espaços, o forte contraste entre a função para que foram criados e a sua actual utilização, o modo como esses espaços cederam e tiveram de se adaptar, a maneira como o filme vai percorrendo e desvendando os circuitos, os corredores, as escadarias, como entra e sai das salas, tudo isto dá ao edifício um carácter quase orgânico. Como se fosse um barco que navegasse através das ruas da cidade (como o edifício da companhia de seguros no início do filme dos Monty Python, The Meaning of Life), a qual quase só se entrevê a partir do interior do próprio cinema.

Apesar de as personagens não serem muito desenvolvidas do ponto de vista dramático e de lhes faltar alguma espessura e densidade, a família e os clientes do cinema e do seu restaurante (enfim, por assim dizer) constituem o outro polo de interesse do filme. Muito pelo modo como a câmara ora os vai seguindo nos seus percursos labirínticos pelo interior do edifício, um pouco como se estivesse à procura do seu desígnio, ora como se detém a contemplá-los, na expectativa de uma revelação. Se a personagem da matriarca da família se assume como o pólo dinamizador da narrativa, para mim as personagens essenciais do filme são, como é óbvio, as de Nayda e Alan, respectivamente tia e sobrinho, que nos seus papéis muito contrastantes, simbolizam os dois vectores que marcam esta família: uma tenaz vontade de sobreviver, e um inelidível desejo de evasão.

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urbanrebel

Time:

11:14 pm.

Yes, I’m alive. Thank you to those who have sent messages or emails out of concern. My life has taken a few turns since I last posted. Without getting into it, I am spending a few months in Palm Springs, but I’m up in the San Francisco Bay Area right now because my parents have had some health issues, so I’m kind of commuting between the two. I hate Palm Springs as a place to live though. It’s like an inferno out there this time of year, and the condo complex I’m living in is mostly used for vacation rentals with very few people actually living there - all of whom are OLD and move incredibly slow. Actually, all of Palm Springs is pretty much that way this time of year. I feel like a twink out there. I thought that might be fun, but it’s not. LOL.

So after about 2 weeks up north, I’m headed back to LA Saturday for about 2 weeks and then back up here to the Bay Area. I’ll probably swing by Palm Springs for a couple/few days, but I think I’ll be spending less time there than anticipated (because I find it too depressing) and spending more time in LA between trips up north. I tried going out in P.S. a couple of nights, but it was totally NOT fun . . . and it's too damn hot to do anything during the day, so I stay holed up in the condo for days on end without seeing or talking to a soul. I know it’s a big retirement community because it’s cheap, but I think I’ve learned that I’d rather live in a hut in the city in my retirement than live somewhere like that just because it’s cheap. I feel like the people out there are almost waiting to die, and that's no way to live even in the latter years of your life.

Anyways, yesterday my mother pulled out a box of stuff she’s saved related to my childhood (unbeknownst to me) including an old high school newspaper. Every week they’d publish something called “Guess Who” where they’d print a picture of a student when he was little and give hints as to who it was and then publish the answer on another page. I’d forgotten about this, but there I was at about age 4 hugging a kitty cat in a death grip so tight I’m surprised the cat could breathe. LOL. Below, it said the following:

“This week’s Guess Who is a junior who is active in sports and has a school record. He is sometimes called toots or muscles. Some afternoons (if you’re lucky) you can see him working out. Right now he is interested in improving his snow skiing. If you’re wondering who he is, turn to page 4.”

To explain, I broke a school record by my Sophomore year and they put my name up on a big record board in the gym which remained there for the entire time I was in high school and many years after. And the reference to “muscle” has nothing to do with me having muscles. It was a nickname I was given because it rhymed with Russell (Russell the Muscle – later evolved to Russell the Love Muscle. LOL) My other nickname (Toots) is a long story. The nicknames gave it away so everyone knew who it was without having to turn to page 4. :-)

Hope everyone is well.

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sonicsuperslide

Subject:	She Sells Seashells By The Shore~
Time:	2:56 pm.
Mood:	geeky.
Music:	Lady Gaga- Brown eyes.

Much better day. the world opened it's legs and a star was born! much needed time at the beach today. it cleared my head and soul. i got a text from a old friend today and that really made me feel good. the power of a friend. now i am home and waiting for another friend. my pet peeve is waiting for someone. sometimes you have no choice but this friend is always late. anyways...while i was at the beach i saw this sweet girl looking for shells with her brother. it was so nice to see that. who could ask for more when you are a kid? a beach day and shells. i hope they found some. next wed we are flying out to Vegas! we could drive, it's only a 4 hour drive from where we live but Tony want's to fly. either way i wont have to drive so i'm good to go. last few times we saw LOVE- The Beatles show at The Mirage. it's such an amazing show but i think we are going to skip it this year and see something new. laying out by the pool and eating at Paris will do me a world of good. plus there are so many hot guy's in vegas and most of them are gay so i hit the jackpot in that sence. we just booked out room at The Mandalay Bay. it may seem like nothing a vegas trip but i am so looking forward to be AWAY from all the drama in my life. let the countdown begin!

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