Dear Diary?

Dear Diary,
This week Mrs. SoCal decided to go in business with her waxer. They will combine waxing with sexy intimate apparel and potions in 5-6 new locations around the SoCal southland. Waxing party anyone..?

When La Wifa (my girlfriend, back then) and I first drove into Barstow, where I had been assigned by the Army, the first person we saw was an old drunk peeing in the gutter on Main Street, in broad daylight. A few blocks down, we saw a pimp selling drugs to customers who were also purchasing Number One with his ladies. By the time we got a hotel room, my woman was in tears. She asked, "Where have you brought me?" It got better after that, thankfully. She still hated the place up until we left, two years later. I dug it. Dunno why.

Memories...ain't they grand..? I think I went to school with the drunk.

Dear Diary:Lately killing bugs and small rodents has not been quenching my thirst for death and destruction, I think I shll upgrade to communist next LMAO

I have a lot of memories. Now at fitty, I find my head is playing tricks with me. I often get sort of bummed out, thinking about the way I lived. Not that I pursued a bad life -- I didn't. I worked hard to do what I thought was right. But, I can't help but wonder, at times, why I lived the life I did. I chalk it up to God's will. :headbang:

That's why you should always keep a journal!
I try to document the details of my life and thoughts and blah blah. I go back on read some of my old journals and I remember things I never would otherwise. It's grand.

U d bomb. In fact, I have kept journals faithfully since 1990. I just finished writing in my journal about an hour ago. I never thought about going back and re-reading them to remember why I did live the life I led. Good tip. I see you wear your thinking cap a lot. Very good, Grasshopper. :phat: :yup:

Some things are better forgotten....

Having suffered more childhood trauma that a small tyke should live through, I do not need any written reminders around. I do not know if you read my post about the man that tried to kill me when I was a tot because my father locked him up for drugs, or that my dad used to beat up my mother, or that one of my dad's friends attempted to molest me. No, I do not need any reminders. Dixy, take off your hoody and your glasses and take a sweet picture of yourself for your avatar. Life begins anew today.

Having suffered more childhood trauma that a small tyke should live through, I do not need any written reminders around. I do not know if you read my post about the man that tried to kill me when I was a tot because my father locked him up for drugs, or that my dad used to beat up my mother, or that one of my dad's friends attempted to molest me. No, I do not need any reminders. Dixy, take off your hoody and your glasses and take a sweet picture of yourself for your avatar. Life begins anew today.

MissDixy

I love your new avatar. You are perfectly lovely.
(Pay no attention to the crying baby on the left.)