Posts from ‘February, 2002’

Sarah responded to my email (subject: a reply to your post), and also posted it as a protected entry in her own journal.

From: Sarah Pryce
To: daniel
Subject: Re: a reply to your post
Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 09:42:25 -0800 (PST)
There's a reason there was no comment ooption on that
post.
I'm not doing it anymore.
No more explaining.
No more [...]

From: Sarah Pryce
To: daniel
Subject: Re: a revelation
Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 09:33:47 -0800 (PST)
It makes me sad, too. And the only thing I have to
say to any of it is that we're just not compatible.··
I think a lot of what has happened over the last few
weeks is just in my head. But regardless [...]

A REAL crackmonkey.

I sent these emails to Sarah a few moments ago. While I am generally adverse to saying such things via email, Sarah has made it a habit of doing so throughout the course of our relationship. I think she prefers it this way.

From: daniel
To: Sarah
Subject: a reply to your post
Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 08:40:27 [...]

Heather of dooce.com got fired yesterday. "So what, Reverend? Who the fuck is Heather and why do I care?". Shut the hell up for about 20 seconds and I'll tell you. Don't you know you can go to hell for interrupting a Reverend? Listen my children.
Heather was not fired because she was a poor performer. [...]

Happy Birthday to and

Being so caring of so many people is not as good a thing as it might appear on the surface. In doing so, I sometimes end up giving more of myself than I desire to. I hold on to friendships and relationships longer than I should. I continue to take abuse from people I love, [...]

The people at Tootsie Roll said it best: "Whatever it is I think I see, becomes a Tootsie Roll to me."
I have a friend who is going though some hard times. She is guilty, as I have been MANY times in life, of something so simple it is often obscured: looking for love. She wants [...]

I have two mantras in life. One of them is "Challenge Me". Believe it or not, my screen saver at work consists of nothing more than those two words. Twisting and gyrating about my screen in a psychedelic range of colors and in more positions than one could find in a book on Kama Sutra, [...]

Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been 353 days since my last confession.
I live in the past. I try to hold every memory from every friendship and lover, regardless of how mangled it is.
I very rarely have the desire to see things through, though I love to plan them.
I like it when [...]