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Friday, 11 September 2009

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • Random poem

    I am the rushing water of a stream
    The wind that rustles in the trees
    I am the loving touch in your dream
    The agony that brings you to your knees
    I am the air that you breath
    The enrgy that you need
    I am in all that you see
    Shoved to and fro in your mind
    Hidden in the darkness
    Taken out in moments of Thoughtfulness
    Blended and shaped beyond reality
    I am the hunter that seeks you
    The illusion that eludes
    The one thing you can't forget
    I am not the real me
    Not flesh and blood
    I am nothing more
    Than your memory

     

     

Monday, 25 May 2009

  • I try...

    I try to be a nice person. Honestly I do. I don't argue, I avoid conflict, I don't talk about people. I make every attempt to get a long with others. I have this friend who at one point broke up with his girlfriend. She assumed he and I started dating afterward and he never did anything to correct this assumption. Well eventually they worked things out and got married. The marriage lasted less than a year. Now the ex girlfriend/wife, blames me for this. I keep asking her how that is possible given the fact he and I spoke only 6 times total during the time they were married. Not to mention we were never more than friend to begin with. Sheesh! So now got this idea in her head that it's all my fault. We won't even mention the fact that she cheated on him thier whole marriage. *shrug*. I'm guessing her reason for contacting me is that she wants me to tell him so that he will contact her. I'm not going too. It's taken him a long time to get over what happened and I'm not sure he is yet. I just wish that people could take the blame for thier own actions and not blame others for thier mistakes.

Friday, 22 May 2009

  • Member Since: 3/12/2001 --- Thats a long time. I've been surfing around Xanga today and reading posts and once again I am reminded of how much Xanga has changed. It doesn't have that family feel any longer. I look all around and half my reader list no longer posts. People change and lives change, circumstances change. We all know this and people drift away. Yet if it's something you enjoy, you eventually come back. I don't think many of us enjoy this anymore. Not when it's all about how many eprops, or recomendations you get. Or even how many readers you have. I'd just like the ones who still read me to comment. I comment when I can. Which hasn't been often. So each comment I get is appreciated. I like the feedback, especially on my stories and poetry.
  • I could go to myspace. All my friends have. Yet it's geared more toward younger users and has a lot of apps I can't stand, so I resist. I invite them to come here and they do and they don't get read, so they drift away. Maybe I am in the minority. I don't need the flash. I just wanna be able to post my writing, maybe customize the look like I used to be able too. And get some feedback, and be entertained by the people I read. Is that too much to ask for?

Thursday, 21 May 2009

  • More weird news...

    East St. Louis, Ill., policeman Kristopher Weston apprehended a murder suspect about 20 minutes after the crime in April, which was such a nice piece of police work that the mayor called Weston before the city council to commend him. Five minutes after Weston left the room, the council got down to regular business, the first order of which was to approve a list of police and firefighter layoffs due to budget shortfalls, and on the list because of low seniority was Officer Kristopher Weston. [St. Louis Post-Dispatch, 4-15-09]

     

    Gotta love these tough economic times.