be random
what is now
when is then
where is email
who i am
how it is
why it is
leave a note?
share me, share you
make me smile
thank you

other journals
(of course I should be sleeping)
(what's life got to do with it?)

about me
(too much to know at once)
friend?
(tic tic tic, toc)

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who can
when i had the time
the first of december (has another song)
what i do





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I had every intention of coming back here earlier after getting some sleep and letting the words come pouring out... and not just here, but in my other relatively daily rambles as well... and just as I am starting, the banners... those dang banners... the banners keep popping up and taking me away from here... I start an entry and something distracts me (what, in this space?) and I come back and notice the banner and click!... it's an addiction... click!... some weird affliction... click!... suddenly I am reading somewhere else inspired to explore and leave a message and click!... click!... it's maddening... and we thought the TV was a distraction, but no, it's click!... click! until I forget my time is very limited today (and most days)... click!... click!... click! and the words I must let out are put on a back burner only to bottle up some more... click!... click!... click!... click! and the addiction of reading and getting to know realities and fantasies and all hat comes between consumes me... emails are not downloaded, notes are not checked, guestbooks are forgotten, all for the sake of a click!...

it is strange, isn't it?

one day I'll thank you all (in my usual randomly meaninful way)...

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you may find yourself here because you did a search for your diary name... you found yourself here because more than once, in many cases many times and even repeatedly, you impressed me, touched me, irked me, moved me, or otherwise distracted me from my appointed course of babbling on inscessantly about my monotonous and often selfish personal issues and desires and fantasies while waiting for Godot or some perhaps equally fictional character to appear in the physical world and sweep me off my feet and into the fantasy from which you are distracting me... or you might have just left me a note... for this, that, and probably many other things you may or may not know about, I should thank you... damit all and smile.

candora

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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words
for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd)
if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight
I'd say
I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life


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