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[Sep. 10th, 2008|01:17 pm] |
I've been spending considerably more time in RL than in Cyberspace, lately. Which is in fact is only a small indication of how my life changes.
I have been curious about handles, nicknames, screen names, Monikers, and so on, since the day I understood that words and names carry meaning. I feel cursed by the responsibility my father implied by giving me my name. |
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| Kitten |
[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:28 pm] |
My cat died. She was a good friend of mine.
It's interesting to see, in this day and age of instant connection and communication between friends. Who thinks to be interested in my feelings, and who can't be reached for comment. |
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| Darf |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|09:34 pm] |
I remember I met Michael Scott while I was attending High School. He ran a local BBS which he had named Dwarf’s Mine. He was a fairly tall muscular teen. I remember his brown hair worn in a conservative cut. His face had a handsome boyish quality and a quick grin. He was an honors student, a GATE member, a wrestler, and a musician. He was smart, funny and side splittingly witty.
I remember mouthwash in his bong.
I remember he was a great fuck.
I remember he moved into his own place and enjoyed playing video games.
I remember when he met Lauren.
I remember when he moved away.
There is a void in my life, where I remember the good times I had with Darf. I will always miss him and his laugh. I will always have love and fond memories of my friend.
He scored sixth highest on the SAT in Rio Mesa High School history. |
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