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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) BE MY GUEST (BOOK) << MISSING �SOMETHING? >> the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do < ? me # > < ? harrychapin # > < ? Random Acts of Journaling # > < ? Poetic Voices # > < ? The Write Club # > < ? Nights Awake # > < ? Fluid # > < ? Adopted # > < ? Childlike # > < ? Poets-Muse # > < ? Five Hundred # > < ? As You Wish # > temporary place holder ()))CRAYON-BOX)))> published blogmad! varb? �2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS FOR ANY REASON TALK TO ME |
reading journals some of us are addicted... I mean, we come here more than once a day to see if anyone checked our ramblings (if our egos are addicted and crave fulfillment of our insatiable hunger for attention) and spend hours upon hours clicking clicking links and browsing diary and journal site directories (if we are searching for something) and the seemingly infinite expanses of the internet, as the numbers of people connecting increases exponentially every year, gives a sense of excitement or belonging or wonder that, at least in our minds, nothing else seems to compare... but of course that could just be our addictive personalities... it couldn't be that there is something worth reading here, could it?
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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 |