December 03, 2002 | 8:37 PM A Year Written
Today is not only the first day of the rest of my life, but it is the official one year anniversary of the day I started writing in this fucking thing. I can join the A-year-written diary ring if I want. Woo hoo. Blow up some balloons and put a polka on the gramophone kiddies. What a long strange trip it�s been. I feel like I�ve lived five lifetimes in the past 365 days. Oh the drama! Oh the love and loss and monkeys and milkshakes! O Brutal Youth! The house always wins, but in the ups and downs of the casino that is life, I think I came out alright this year�even if I did have to tighten my belt and face a few facts I didn�t want to face. I am now an institution. I can proudly stamp, Est. December 3, 2001 on the face of this diary if I so choose. I should throw myself a tickertape parade and get me a prostitute. Oh wait I forgot. I am the prostitute. Thanks diaryland for allowing a venue in which I can whore my intellect and neurosis. Here�s to another fantabuolous year.
time capsule from heaven - Sunday, Aug. 21, 2011 31 - Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008 Dead/Alive - Monday, Mar. 10, 2008 Do not trustTIAA-CREF-- they are fucking their customers - Friday, Jul. 28, 2006 Shilling - Tuesday, Jul. 11, 2006
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