the truth never stands in the way of a good story.
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september 17
yesterday was my brother-in-laws birthday. we bought the sappiest birthday cards we could find and sent them to him with pertinent words underlined and gushy messages written in: "May all your wishes come true!" "I'm so glad you are my brother!" i hope he gets the humor. we also got some funny cards that are more our style. we are going to mail those tomorrow. when we called him, i told him about my current obsession with on-line journals. i built a page somewhere in here of all the journals i read (it's not linked to anywhere, though) and i am going to send it to him. i wonder if he'll get to here. if you do, chris, this doesn't exist. this isn't me. don't tell anyone about it. i'm not sure if i want anyone i know reading this (of course, i don't think anyone at all reads it - not that it matters). there is the whole issue of censoring yourself when you know your audience. also, i am very critical of myself. there are people who i really respect (chris is one of them) and i really worry about their opinions. i try to be extra cool so they will see me how i want them to see me. i probably just come off as an even bigger dork than i am. maybe i want someone to find out about this journal. maybe i want these people to know all about me. most people have friends that they have known since grade school. if not, they lost contact by some choice they made. i didn't really have that choice. yea, i could have kept in touch with my neighbor from third grade but the reality is that 10 year olds have short attention spans. too short to have pen pals for longer than a few months. the gist is that noone really knows me in that "i've known you since kindegarden" way. i'm not making any sense. i guess i should go now. maybe i'll come back when i'm more coherent. : yesterday : : today : : tomorrow :
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