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31st March 2005

shooshkoosh84:27pm: Ok herea's my stoery:

tDodya I vomitead then apooped areally bad. at thea smsame time!!!! ha haha a

-fin

ha ahaha

4th February 2005

xander6712:03pm: Hello..(Intro) I am Jim, 37, M, NJ.....**Warning: Run Now** :P
That's right my friends...

Warning, this could take a while, prepare your scroll bar accordingly :P
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My Sister Recently had a new Roof put on my Grandmother's house. House as in where I currently live.. lol..... They woke me up at 8:30 AM @#$%!! :)....

In any event, the plywood under the shingles was all rotten, from age, and needed to be replaced...

the roof over the house is Brand New now, ready to go on the Spring 2005 Market...aside from a few minor things like Painting, restoreing the kitchen (yeah that is really minor I know lol)...

ok, back to our Quest here...

Our Cyber Explorer and Seeker of the Holy Grail, that would be yours truly here :), decided to take a peek up in the attic to asses the clean up job from the roofing endevor... (the roofers were only responsible for cleaning up the yard, after thier mess. That was fine with me, Id rather clean the attic Myself.. yeah I love old attics, even if I do have to crawl in it lol)

Not too much of a clean up Job compared to all of the stuff up there!!!
Everything I have ever wanted to know about lifes big questions like:
Who am I, what am I, where did I come from... etc... right here in front of me... the answer has been right here all along... I just never bothered to search it out, I didn't know where to start other than asking lol

sooo many PICTURES, old Games, toys, My Disney Encyclopedias that I had as a kid... everything ....

That is when it hit me like a ray of sunlight shining through a small window in February...

Everything about me , the answers to all of my idea of Lifes most important questions only I never bothered to take an interest in these types of these matters untill very Recently... Like TODAY, lol

My taking a look up in the attic today made me realise that I was looking into my past... All of these pictures tell a story... (Dont worry, I wont scan them all :P)

Im sure if I ask my Grandmother, my Mother, or my Aunt Stella, between the 3 of them I can find out who the pretty 30 something Blonde standing on the Atlantic City Boardwalk in the Photo from 1875... (THAT ONE I AM GOING TO SCAN, its in B&W but still, My great great great, whoever..... cousin? LOL SHE was HOT!

uh, moving right along here.......... :)

Back to the clean up, yeah, there are a few nails to pick up, wood shaveings to take the dustbuster too ... but there is a metaphor in that.

My family came from times alot tougher than I am haveing and they Prospered...

And that has given me renewed hope, vision, and dream...

Just thought Id share what I am thinking :)

6th October 2004

webleedpaint2:44pm: Okay, let's settle something right now.

Larry has never hit me, nor had he ever tried to hit me, pretended like he was going to hit me, wanted to hit me, or anything like that. Okay? You, Steven Kender, are an ass. Your girlfriend is an ass. You think you are just so awesome because you can IM people and say things that, well.... really don't make sense.

It's funny you would stoop that low. I didn't want to date you. I never wanted to date you, even though I did consider it for awhile. Truth is, when I think of you in comparison to Larry you just don't look so great anymore. Larry is a better person than you will ever dream of being. And saying he hit me? You know better than that. But go ahead and tell everyone you want to that and make everyone believe that, I really don't care. The important ones will know better than to believe you.

As far as him leaving me again, it is not going to happen. He made me a promise to that. (Some people know how to keep them).

26th July 2004

gwydion018:10pm: Part 1
Jack slid the empty glass toward the back edge of the bar, motioning for another one. Mal shifted in her seat next to him, nervously asking Steve for a drink of her own.
"Sure," the bartender smiled, "if I could see some ID." Mal sat back uneasliy, hesitating for a moment, then sheepishly feigned looking through her purse.
"Damnit, I'm sorry," she said, setting her purse back on the bar with a half shrug, "I must have left it at home." Jack snorted in a half laugh, sipping his new drink.
"And what is so funny?" she said in a harsh whisper as Steve turned to a different customer across the bar.
"Left it at home my ass," he said with a smile, "We both know it is right in your wallet like always, and that you are just too young...."
She shot him a look," And so are you..."
He smiled a little, shruged, jiggled his glass a little and drained it. "Go to hell,"she said curtly, realizing the gravity of her words only too late.
"In due time, my friend" Jack said flatly, picking up his coat and walking to the the door. Mal sighed and ran to catch him.

"Jack, look, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry."
Jack swung his coat around over his shoulder and slid it on, "Don't be, I'm not. I'm a killer, Mal. I don't have any illusions about what it is that I do. It would be trite to feel remorse or remeber faces or names or any of that bullshit."
"How can you be so cold about it? You play with Life and Death! What gives you the right?"
Jack stopped mid step, shoulders hunched and hands in pockets, and turned to give her a bleak look. "It isn't a right Mal, it is a responsibility. I take responsibility for not only myself but for these other people. I take it on myself to decide fate, then I live with the consiquence of that action. I do it because I don't stop at decideing the fate, I take responsibility for it. Not many people can get past that first step. They break, confess, go insane. They want release from that weight they put on themselves. I don't always like what I do. Some have been truly innocent, yet they were still suffering. Sickness, disease, pain.....I feel bad for having to end it, but I'd feel worse if I had let it continue. But the rest, Mal..."
"Monsters....I know."
"True terrors who use authority or strength to inflict pain on others just to indulge their sadism. Like tonight. He runs a large company and uses that influence to force women into compromising postions, and that same influence to make sure they are discredited or...otherwise silenced....should they come forward to accuse him or try to defend against his appetites. That is what this is about. I have condemned myself in order to save others. I do things that everyone else won't do because I am ready to risk myself for what I think is right."
"I don't like it, Jack."
He turned and kept walking, "I know."
"I could stop you, I could call the police, warn them, warn him."
"You won't....I know you won't."
"Do you?"
"I do know. Because tonight, after it is all over, I won't have changed. I'll be Jack. But that man," Jack drew a long, viciously curved knife from a fold deep in his coat, "after tonight he will never harm another woman agan."
Mal stopped and watched as Jack continued forward, fading into the shadow of the moonless night.

12th February 2004

enchanted_eve11:00am: Story Idea
I'm new to this community but I think it's a great idea. Heres an opening paragraph to something I've been working on. I'm curious to see how it goes.

Regrets
She leaned back feeling the rough bark against her skin. She pressed harder, drawing strength from the discomfort. She stared at her hands, wondering how so much had slipped through her fingers. In her minds eye, she could still see his face. The smile she loved so much, when he looked at her with desire. And the angry frown, eyes condemning, on the day he left her. Her heart tore to think that she had lost him. And all over something so stupid. She was sorry now, now that it was too late. But she hadn't been sorry then, when she'd done it...
Current Mood: creative

9th January 2004

aevalia4:45pm: FIRST WRITING PROMPT
writingprompt
Current Mood: hopeful
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