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March 5th, 2001,

I've been too damn busy today. Work has absolutely kicked my ass. And yes, my thumbs are still sore. I'm listening to some sad song, so I think I'll go into something terribly happy. My dad's best friend had his fourth kid on the 2nd of March. lol.. it's great, we didn't get to see the other three when they were really small, but we have this little guy. And he's so red and squishy. He looks like a little old man, bald and wrinkly. There are three girls, and then here comes FINALLY a little boy. Man.. there's just something about people bringing little lives into the world. Think a minute. Stop the world and just think on this. It's a life. A little somebody that will someday become someone's love, someone's caretaker, friend, support.. but right now, you can hold them in the palm of one hand. They're defenseless, truly defenseless, totally dependent on you for love and care and food. Good God. That responsibility... parents are the real heros, that's all I've got to say. And to all the parents that will be or are... Thank you. Man.. it's tough to be a parent, but even tougher when you don't have one. I vow that if I become someone's mom, I'll be as good as I can be... I don't know. I see these people, they don't care that they brought that tiny little box of opinions and cares into the world and just let them run wild. *shakes head* How can you be that way? How can you bring something that special... that.. SOMEONE into the world and then not care. Kids are great, let me tell ya, they are everything, and if you can't see that, there is something wrong with you. They can be your biggest disappointment to your greatest success, your frown of worry or your beam of pride. Personally, when I have kids they will be my priority. lol.. that's funny, 'cause I prolly won't have kids. There's something about kids that you just can't find anywhere else, not in little old ladies or pets or the comics in the Sunday paper.. they just make you laugh. One minute everything can be against you, the world is falling apart.. and one little grin, or a pat on the head from some little person can just make your day disappear and everything is alright again. *shrug* that may just be me though. You know guys, my work day is not yet done so I will go kick it...

Lates, I'm out.

March 6th, 2001,

OK. Today's issue will be dedicated to the memory of a dear friend who I haven't spoken to in a whole month. It's killing me slowly. I have a great friend here, Callie that is, but sometimes, that's just not enough, you know? Callie and I get along great, we don't fight, we don't hold a grudge.. blah blah blah... but I miss my friend in California. *shrug* I just miss goofing off with him. I used to get the biggest kick outta talking with him. He's got a great personality (and no, that doesn't mean he's ugly) and we just clicked so well. He's not perfect, I'll tell ya that, but he's funny, has a great grasp of the english language (that is, for those of you who don't understand, a large vocabulary.. and even further, big words.), he cares (which is difficult to find in the male version of our species), and I don't know.. it's just.. *shrug* I like him. Alot. And I miss him. OH.. and btw, he hates to be complimented on, So.. this is for you buddy ole pal. I hope he's doing well, feeling well, doing what he likes. And I hope he's with who he wants to be with, because I'm not. I'm decent and I'll live, but it's not the same without him to just.. goof off with. I mean.. he liked transformers!! How could I go wrong with that? Ahh.. but anyway. Love ya man, and I hope to speak with you again sometime.

Lates guys, I'm out.

March 7th, 2001,

You ever notice how almost every number uses th at the ending? That's weird. Wanna know what else is weird? This writing bit. I'm telling you. Who is the WORLD would listen to the random ramblings of some weird chick (is that a redundant statement? ahh.. anyway). I'm wearing a red shirt today. I KNOW everyone wanted to know that. I posted a new poem and THIS LINK will send you to it... feel free to EMAIL me with a response to it or even use THIS to tell me about yourself and what you feel about my ______ (your choice of what to put). I'd show ya'll my comic strip, but I'm afraid I'll jinx myself ... soooooo.. I'll save it for a little while, until I absolutely sure it's gonna be something I'll want to do. So.. uhmm.. nothing else, I'm busy busy busy.. so.. not much time to talk.

Later people, I'm out.