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I found it!

 Who puts their laptop in the BACK of the huge walk in closet?  Me.  Tonight i dug it out but to get to it, i had to dig.  the mini safe was right in front of it, of course, so i started to lug it out of the way and the top opened.  "What the hell is that anyway?" i ask myself as i reach inside to pull out the bulk of copy paper.  

Its my first blog.  The one that started on AOL hometown and transferred over to Yahoo 360 and then eventually just died off.  I had printed it, probably because i didn't want it to completely disappear.  I met a lot of people through that blog.  I made real friendships.  

And i had no filter.  That hasn't changed much.  

I wanted to sit down and start reading ....and then i thought, theres gonna be hard stuff in here.  I'm already kind of "off" due to the holiday and do i realllly want to add some more weight onto my shoulders at this point?  But......now i've found it and I know I want to read it.

What if you were given the chance to talk to your almost 20 year younger self?  What if you could read day by day a new entry and respond to it?  Like a friend, a mentor, or someone who loves you.  What if you could see how much you've changed, or how much you've stayed the same?

Wouldn't that be therapeutic?  Kinda fun even?  

For a moment i considered writing a completely separate blog for this endeavor, I do have an "adult" blog under a different name which may or may not eventually be merged with this one.  But i think it's best to just jump.  Don't think too much here.  Go with it.  

My blogs have always been about releasing and venting and thinking unclear unfocused thoughts.......i ramble, i swear, i don't always use proper grammar and .....it's okay with me. I don't imagine this little project will be any different.

So here we go.  March 2004 to February 2006......What have you got for me?



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