This place.
Is such a ghost town. I remember the good old days where I could have note conversations and meet interesting people. Now its nothing.
Jack is gone.
Scott is gone.
Dai is gone.
Angie and Mr. Australia are here, Ive known you guys almost SEVEN years…isnt that amazing?
Nate, Nick Becker and Marina are at least on Myspace.
I miss the old times. I miss Alex and Heather and Henry and Hicks and Laura. I read my entire journal over the last two days, what a fucking journey. I laughed at so many of my old entries, cried at a few, too. I was such a young person when I made the switch from Bolt. The internet isnt the same…
Fuck, listen to me, getting all nostalgic. No one even reads my diary anymore. Only a few of you are even around to prove that once upon a time this place had life.
*sigh*
i read your stuff when you post, i just don’t say much. heh. Weird, the things (& people) one misses about places liek this.
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And hey, I’ve been lurking for around 4 years. True dat. Not creepy-
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this place changes so much.
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ryn|| what can i say, i were drawn in by your words & fell in adore with you. xoxo loveyoutoo.
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wait, i know. you can make new OD friends.
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ryn: spending the day drinking and shootiing guns in the woods sounds dreamy, I’m in! About this entry, there was a time when the internet was new, fabulous, I could talk to you in California, you me in Ontario, it was so oh wow. If you’re like me, what you’re feeling now is boredom. It is great though to look back at old entries, eh? Life races on so fast, I’m completely different now too.
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no, not my truffle. i should have probably credited kraftfoods.com for the visualization. mine were not quite as picturesque–but my god, the taste. it made up for the shame i felt for exhibiting such flagrant domesticity.
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holy f**king f**k, ruby. it’s heather. curiosity and procrastination today sent me on a facebook search for you, nate, nick… when that failed me i resolved to come back and read the last year or two of back entries of your life. and i find this. alex and i broke up about two years ago, but we’re still in close contact. he’s living in vancouver now.
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p.s. i had to start a new account to leave these notes, so i might just try to bring this place back to life with you.
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I miss caring. I can’t read back through my own entries, so I don’t really want any one else to. So, I think it’s a great sign yours is something to be nostalgic about. & I miss heather’s too, from when I found it back in the day with her dead rat…
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I know what you mean. I used to love this place, back in the day. The Dai-esque days indeed. That old diary is gone, replaced by an older one that is now out of date. Everytime I come here it feels like a ghost town. But after having re-found you- I kinda feel like there’s a chance to feel inspired to write again. Anything is possible, I suppose.
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