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December 07, 2014

Mortal

Onvce in a while I get this feeling, that there is something wrong with me. It manifests in different ways – there’s something wrong with the way I work, with how I look, with something I said to...


This is my first real entry here. I think I like the change. A chance to start again, but with the same old friends. And maybe some noew ones.A dream. I don't know if other places have this but h...


January 31, 2014

Maybe it's a good thing

The fact that OD is shutting down.... if I actually want to find the people that I used to read and not have them fade away forever, and maybe even meet new people, i'll have to update once in a...


written 11/4/1999 Hello people… I went to the gym today and found out I gained a kilo since I started writing this diary. 63. Ugh. The saddest thing is, I don’t even know what I’m doing wrong! ...


written 10/28/1999 Of course my parents aren't perfect, but they kind of are the picture of bourgeois happiness. My dad manages a company. My mom manages a department. They both have Ph.D.s. My ...


December 21, 2013

Midgets and Therapy

Written 10/28/1999 I hope platform shoes never go out of fashion. My sandals have 7cm heals, and I can finally look at guys in the face (hmmm, is that why they suddenly seem a lot less attractiv...


Written 10/24/1999 As my first year university project, I tried to find out why people feel they need to tell other people what to do. It was more about people’s comments on the streets but it’...


December 21, 2013

Advice

Written 10/24/1999 I Have a real big problem accepting advice. Criticism in general gets on my nerves, but it especially bugs me when it’s supposed to be for my own good, given to me by the peop...


December 21, 2013

School, finally continued

written 10/17/1999 I was so pissed at her! I mean, her job used to be to help me get the courses I wanted (among other things). And she used to be a student in this program too! She always gave...


December 21, 2013

School Shit

written 10/17/1999 Okay, It's Monday, and I had a really nice weekend with Odie in Jerusalem. But I'll write about that later. I'm kind of disturbed by stuff that's happening in school, although...


December 21, 2013

Laundrybirthday

written 10/17/1999 Here I am agan after many days - so much to say, so little staying power to sit in my chair and write it all out… Let's start from Tuesday. Tuesday was good. Tuesday was Od...


written 10/11/1999 I was insulted today by a woman with Parkinson's. There's this secretary here who has Parkinson's, she's only 50 years old and it's supposed to be some big secret except every...


December 21, 2013

More catching up

written 10/10/1999 Well, as i was saying, I think I don't have any area of my life other than sex in which imagination is better for me than the real thing. I mean, I have sometimes walked into...


December 21, 2013

Catching up

written 10/10/1999 Hello, I have so much catching up to do on what I wanna say. As usual I probably won't manage to say any of it… First of all, my weight. I've been gaining again - I now we...


December 21, 2013

Thoughts about my thoughts.

Since I’ve discovered this site it’s been taking up some 4 hours a day of my work time and a lot more of my thinking time. I found myself sometimes preoccupied with things I’d read on certain dia...


December 21, 2013

the inevitable Survey

Don’t want to be the only one without this… (Copied it from Dani but I saw it in a few other diaries) NAME: Dew (I tried about 3 others but they were taken, thereby beginning my diary career in ...


Well, there was only one exhibit in the show, but it was really interesting. It was a video, that began with a shot of the desert. Just the desert and a person breathing behind the camera. Then, ...


December 21, 2013

An art show with Celery

Well…. Things have been so much better between me and Odie these last few days. I guess we’re just ignoring our problems and trying to be as nice as possible to each other - wonder how long that ...


Today I’m not saying a word about sex, or about food. I’m going to talk about the past and the future instead... Yesterday my friend Carrot Top called. She said "You’ll never guess who I talked...


The last two days were so emotional - I don’t even know where to start... Wednesday night me and Odie finally had our major, all-out fight about the sex issue. I think the whole fight lasted abou...


December 21, 2013

Good News?

written 9/29/1999 Let’s start with the weight news. I’m at 61.600 kilo. Not great but at least I’m not getting any fatter. Now, I’ll brace myself for 2 days at my parent’s house… I have never...


December 21, 2013

The talking chocolate

written 9/28/1999 Lately, I haven’t been writing about the issue I planned to dedicate this diary to - my attempts at weight loss. I guess it’s because bigger problems have been bothering me (...


December 21, 2013

Good News?

written 9/29/1999 Let’s start with the weight news. I’m at 61.600 kilo. Not great but at least I’m not getting any fatter. Now, I’ll brace myself for 2 days at my parent’s house… I have neve...


December 21, 2013

Better

written 9/27/1999 Things have been getting a bit better, thank God. Sunday started out like the weekend before it - I got up in the morning feeling that I just couldn’t stay at home and become ...


August 25, 2013

Sad and Confused

written 9/26/1999 I had a horrible weekend. of course it had to do with Odie and the sex issue. On friday i had a good mood. I was thinking of going to a party that seemed really nice (S...


Book Description

“Hey - you’re always interpreting your dreams. Here’s an idea - why not try interpret your everyday life as though it were a dream. Say to yourself ‘A plane is flying overhead now - what does this mean? It is raining so much lately - what does this mean?’ Say to yourself ‘Today I thought I saw my sister, but it turned out it was someone else. What does this mean?’ I think it makes life and easier thing. I really do.”
Douglas Coupland, Life After God

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“The words you say
never seem to match up to
the ones inside your head

The lives we live
never seem to ever get us
anywhere but
dead
Sundgarden, the day I tried to live