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I am here for Friends

About Me

A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel in his pants. The bartender seeing this, says wow, doesn't that hurt? To which the pirate replys "Arrgh, it's drivig me nuts!"

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My match.

My Blog

Still alive.

  I want to be on the 101 where I'm driving your car and who knows where we are.  This is the date we might tell about later, if the grass is still greener, our time is longer, older and sti...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:48:00 GMT

The me I hide for all to see.

Another old journal entry I recently dug up.. 6.25.98  I'm not sure I'll ever find someone to know the me I hide.   You can say you love me, but I won't believe it.  When it ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 00:49:00 GMT

Moms birthday card.

Today I opened an oversized birthday card (my birthday being a week ago!) from my sweet mother.  She is lovely and obviously doesn't know me very well "and" to prove this, here is what the card s...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 01:20:00 GMT

when im 29

so here i am, now 29.  the day is still dark and the night is now.  I feel wiser.  I look at people differently because I know today is not necessarily their time.  but maybe&...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 21:01:00 GMT

a song, maybe if i could play the guitar..

i wanna be in a rock in roll band.  my tounge is hot and my mind is on.  i can't believe im 24 and starting all this!  could it be that no time like the present is the way to my happy?&...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 02:06:00 GMT

yeah gangsta's..

.. playn' scrabble.   You know who you are. ~peace DPN 4-Life
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 03:57:00 GMT

JT..words of wisdom..

There is a feeling like the clenching of a fist.  There is hunger in the center of the chest.  There is a passage through the darkness and the mist. And though the body sleeps, the heart wil...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 13:15:00 GMT

-Pearl S. Buck, novelist, Nobel laureate

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is a...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 12:55:00 GMT

What moves you?

What moves you? Have you ever really challenged yourself enough to know this answer?  Or been acute enough to hear the answer when it's staring you in the face?  Is it the way you see a moth...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 03:13:00 GMT