| 2001, October 7, Sunday 2AM, I went to bed. Couple minutes later, Miguel came home drunk from work. 2:30AM, we went to sleep. Miguel needs to wake up at 4AM for work at 5. He cuddles with me in bed, arms around me. He wanted me to clean myself. I was too tired for sex. I fell asleep. Sunday morning, 4AM, we woke up. I couldn't went back to sleep. I played games on the computer. We were still too tired; 90 minutes sleep! He didn't want to get up. I begged him. He finally got dressed. He claimed I was mad. I didn't want him to miss another day of work! He left about 4:45AM. I continued playing games throughout the day, listening to music, chatted online. Mike would be home tomorrow from Hawaii! Tonight was his last night. I was worry about Miguel. He hasn't come home from work yet. Hmm, he must be at the clubs or his new boyfriend's place. Good night, all. I was way too tired at this time of night, 2:10AM. I only got 90 minutes of sleep last night. 2001, October 8, Monday Miguel didn't come home last night. He probably doing drugs, drinking, partying with his bad friends and having sex KNOWING he has STD, gonorrhea! Tonight, I checked his account once more. I went back to the bank statement ending 9/5/2001. It crossed my mind he doing all that I listed a lot longer than I thought. THE FOUR DAYS he was missing in August 2001, he was DOING MORE than at his friend's house like I really believed his freaking lies! For crying out loud, he was at Hollywood Spa & a motel. He must be seeing someone else. It was adding up now. I looked through his nightstand again, this time very good. I discovered his May 2001's bank statement. He spent $58.30 at Le Sex Shoppe on 5/29/01. Also, he spent $14.03 at the Highland Books on the same day. A reminder, guys, the bank takes out money days later for the purchases! He was there before 5/29. I tried his latest statements, he hasn't got them at his sister's yet or he may be hiding them from me. I would keep on checking back. Later, guys! Journal Dates HOME |
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| What's in the pic? For some, it is different things. On the web, it's a completely different ball game. It would be nice to see who is on the other end of the computer screen. I really don't care. I'm more interest of being friends. Friends comes in all shapes, sizes, types and color! Does it really matter what the person look like.? If it does, you won't have many friends to begin with. I'm constantly tired of people for asking for my pic! Since the web is out of this world, I'm an alien! Just like my phone number, I won't give it out. If you don't like it, it is YOUR PROBLEM! If you're looking for something else, bye bye! Take it or leave it! Thanx for seeing the alien in me! |
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| Alien I came from another world It isn�t the same I became sad I felt like crying Everyone seemed distance from me They rejected me because I�m different The aspects of things, What must I correct? I just don�t understand They can�t accepted the person I am I came to this world for acceptance I need to find it somewhere else I don�t belong in my world I hope this world is the place for me Please trace me to my type of people They will know where I�m coming from Everyone is me in some way Alien |
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| Buried The Past by Kazz Falcon I killed someone to put him out of his miserably. Steve was depressed all the time and there was no way out for him. He didn't believe in suicide. I offered to help him any way I can. He kept on pestering me about killing him. I mentioned that he should see a shrink. He told me that shrinks doesn't work for him He became more depressed I felt sorry for him. I was his only hope to end his unhappy life. No one will miss him at all; he had few friends in his life. He was known for running away from his problems and home. Everyone figured he ran away agan. That gave me the perfect chance to murder him in the woods in the mountains. Of course, we waited for a while. His friend, Tom, filed a missing person report without me knowing it. I couldn't believe it; it could ruin our plan. We feared we won't be able to pull it off. Lucky for us, Steve went away for a while. The police tracked him down in New Orleans. Steve sent Tom an email; Tom was happy to hear from him. Tom learned that Steve will stay in New Orleans to start a new life Then Steve secretly came back to LA. Few days later, I ended his life for one and for all. I clobbered him with a shovel, then I used an axe. I buried him throughout the woods. To this day, as long his friends think Steve is somewhere else, I got away with MURDER! |
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| I am sick of you Your drinking is out of hand Please go to rehab |
| A car blindsided me I could not stand up at all The pain was so great |
| Go to hell, you creep You was my living nightmare You deserve to die |
| Me, myself and I I�m very pleased with them all Those three are my rock |