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So I'm working on my memoirs. I'm just kind of wandering back and forth between subjects and points in my life. I'm working on the aftermath of my father's death, the breakup with Justin, and the resulting depression, reading through the journal I was keeping at the time, and I get to this:
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
posted by Amara at 11:33 PM
Okay, so, basically what I was getting at in that last post was, I wish I were married, because then he (the guy whom I'm 'destined' to marry, whom I'm sure I'll never meet, because he's either dead, not real, or taken already...we'll call him.......David) wouldn't think I was silly.
I goggled, yelled "WOAH!", then started coughing.
I am always astonished when I see things like this. This isn't the first one, either.
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
posted by Amara at 11:33 PM
Okay, so, basically what I was getting at in that last post was, I wish I were married, because then he (the guy whom I'm 'destined' to marry, whom I'm sure I'll never meet, because he's either dead, not real, or taken already...we'll call him.......David) wouldn't think I was silly.
I goggled, yelled "WOAH!", then started coughing.
I am always astonished when I see things like this. This isn't the first one, either.
