5/4/2004

What I really think about my favorites

It says you live among the cows, just a little hint for you my friend. I like your writing style which is straight from the heart. You don’t write about boring everyday stuff like gee what should I have for dinner, or what you bought at Walmart. I find you to be very mysterious. I wish you would let me peek into your life just a tad bit more. You have never posted any pictures I have no idea what you physically look like. Your diary remains the same, same colors, some font, same format. This tells me you don’t like change. The only thing you really write about his your love life which right now is a roller coaster. Perhaps this is just one of many diaries you pen. I have a feeling there is so much more to tell but you are restricted. I don’t note you very much because you have some many noters–my notes would be lost in the crowd. I hope you find what you are looking for in this world until then I will keep on reading.

You fight for the Rivers You are one of two male diarst on my fave list. You were the first person I do belive that noted me. So this makes us tied and bounded for life. A special kinship you might say. I want to know so much more about you like what you look like, I see oodles of nature pics now I demand to see some nakied pics just kidding of course–must be the merlot. If only you could spill out your inner, deeper feelings. Maybe someday -I could only hope.

Moon Fever was a beautiful entry. I would have to say this was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. You don’t write as much as you used to- and this saddens me. You truly have a gift and should write more. You are a beautiful person inside and outside. I don’t note you because –well if you read this, which you most likely wont, you will understand. You are one of my most favorites I hope you will continue to write at least once a month so I can get my OD fix.

Art, poetry & film mixed with a whole lot of sex and love and men–well maybe not in that order. You intrigue me and I have many questions. Just wondering how you support yourself–you don’t work. So, my dear how on earth do you pay the bills? I read your entry the other day and in this entry I learned that I’m really wasting my time reading you. I have lost my respect for you. You proclaim how intelligent you are but I think you are a fool. You have forfieted your own soul for your prusuit to happiness. I feel sorry for you.

Blissfully young loveYou are the youngest diarist on my favorite list- a mere 18 years old. I have never enjoyed reading the younger generation with the flashy html, silly midi music and hard to read entries. You are not like your counterparts much different than the rest. I think I found you on random or maybe by note chasing. But I’m glad you fell into my lap. Did you know your wisdom is beyond your years- You are a breath of fresh air. A young, carefree, intellect full of promise. You have a few skeletons in your closet but don’t we all.