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where were you on the night of: 11/17/2005

the alibi: love your preacher
After 854 days, this journal comes to a close.

After some of the best months of the journal's existence, it has become quite clear that this journal has completely lost focus. Instead of new decrees made by serious consideration and planning, it's become a soap box for me to drunkenly stumble onto and sing karaoke.

Since my favourite entry ever, the blog has become nothing more than personal attacks and topics I thought I should love or hate at that specific moment. And that sucks. Sucks worse than some of my entries about Audrey (examples: 1 2 3 ), which contain some of the least interesting words ever combined in an attempt to form sentences.

So before I become a cess pool of meaningless words and diatribes like 90% of the world's blogs, I'm stopping.

I will, of course, still be writing, for they will always be after my magritte.

...confessed at 2:04 am...
previous confession - next confession

last five confessions:
love your preacher - 11/17/2005
thank you - 11/11/2005
nothing short of expected - 11/10/2005
a bonnet or bundle - 11/10/2005
victory?! seriously!?!?!? - 11/09/2005

all old confessions