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Weekend 10 in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
10. Going to Renees 30th Birthday Party: Borderline lame. 9. Realizing that Renees Party + Paul = Icky. Paul making a complete ass of himself trying to impress Renees mother and various ...
Drizzle in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Okay. Spring Fling. Seems a hundred years ago now. But yes, a fling nonetheless. And Im still remembering the sweetness. Wishing I could still taste it. But this weeks been rainy and gl...
Sprung in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Damn. Its raining so hard this morning. The parking lot was flooded when I got to work. I literally waded across the lot and up the steps into the building. My pants were soaking wet, so I ...
The Plot, She Thickens… in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
(even though Im sure it will fizzle and dribble away anyway): Paul and I have both been invited to Renees 30th Birthday Party. I know this because the invitation was sent out on e-vite, and...
Moody Weather in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Um. Yeah. The weekend was weird. Between the weather and my mood swings, things were shifting from moment to moment. Kind of exciting if you like complete and utter unpredictability. Next...
I Give Up. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Ugh. So Paul did go to Renees party last Sunday. He just mentioned it to me on the phone as he was telling me that he couldnt go out tonight. Not sure how to feel about it, as he mentioned ...
Teenage Lobotomy in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Today Im wearing the greatest jeans. They are super skinny, drainpipe legs, ultra low waist, and kinda slouchy in the butt area (think Joey Ramone). I really like em but they are so differ...
She Probably Just Forgot. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Could the jig be up with Renee? I just found out that she had a party this weekend and I wasnt invited. Could it be that she knows Im digging Paul (her ex-boyfriend) and hates me now? Remem...
Goodbye, Weekend! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Dammit. Its the end of yet ANOTHER weekend. It feels like I just got home from work. This is so sad. I really want to cry. Starting Monday, I have decided to try, try, TRY not to complain ...
Peachy. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
suite dreams. Trip to Georgia was a little like a sideshow act. Getting to Atlanta was the easy part, but who knew that it would be so difficult to get to [Small Town] (a 20-minute prop hop fr...
No Time. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
So here it is Monday again, and Im still at the office. I need to go home and pack for my Georgia trip, but Ill probably end up just crashing and throwing stuff into a suitcase at the last mi...
sniff. sniff. what is that smell? Sports Guy has been calling again. I wonder whats up with that? In a way, I think its really cool that he has a bit of a thing for me, as hes something ...
Note. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
or dont note. Its okay if you want to just read. Or not. This is a strange format anyway, and its not like I write for the notes. I write to get this stuff out. Ive always kept a journ...
The Odd and the Outcast in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
I have my phone set up to send me a daily horoscope via text message. Today’s said, “You attract the odd and the outcast. What you do once you have them in your court needs refining.” L.A. wa...
Do You Know This Man? in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
I cannot even begin to tell you how wonderful it was to take three whole amazing days off work this weekend. No words can describe how happy I was leaving that office at 5:15 on Thursday and he...
Joy, Joy and More Joy! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Yknow, for all of the good advice that [Parliament] doles out about not getting drunk in front of guys so you dont make an ass of yourself, he sure is an enabler when it comes right down to it...
The Boot. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
ouch. that’s gonna leave a mark. We’re being booted, the cat and I. Well, I guess that’s not 100% true. We could stay. But it would be stupid of us. Finally had “the talk” with the new ow...
Time. Balance. Bloat. Desperation. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
No time to write a real entry. There’s simply not enough time in the day anymore. After getting up at 4am yesterday to rewrite that article shit and working until 6:30 and a business dinner u...
Same Old. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Im supposed to be working. Supposed to be writing a small piece at the request of Companys PR firm so that they can send it to a journalist who is writing an article about some shit Im worki...
Look Around You in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
I need to start taking more photos. I carry my camera with me practically everywhere I go, yet I rarely snap photos. There are so many things I could be capturing. I look at other sites and s...
Everybodys Gotta Learn Sometime in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was fascinating. I definitely want to see it again. I feel like I missed so much watching it the first time. I saw Jim Carrey on Ellen the night before l...
Brainfrying in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
So Tuesday afternoon, my team from the special project at work decided to have an off-site brainstorming session. Yeah, you know where this is going. We decided to meet at a bar so we could ge...
Sorry for all the dreams in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
but theyre starting to freak me out. This time Im at home. I have some kind of loft. I have a gorgeous giant yellow lab that I love dearly. I also have a friend who I pay to help out with...
At Last! Another Rate-A-Date! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
Name: Paul Age: Not sure yet. My best guess is early 40s. Relationship Status: I started to write never married, but thats only because Im just assuming. I never asked the questio...
A Complete and Utter Mess in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
You should see my apartment. It looks like a bomb went off about a week ago in there. Shrapnel is scattered across the entire place. The clothes in my bedroom are actually melding into the fl...