Found in my mailbox today.
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27.5.04
"A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic."
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26.5.04
I just wanted to say "THANK YOU" the time I had with you were some of the sweetest. Perhaps I was in love with you, but I suspect I remember you more because you allowed me to love myself.
We haven't known each other for 4 or 5X the time we were together, but all the same your sweetness remains.
Peace to you where ever this world may find you.
We haven't known each other for 4 or 5X the time we were together, but all the same your sweetness remains.
Peace to you where ever this world may find you.
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25.5.04
Corrections chief has no desire for maintaining the status quo
BY JUDY PEET
Star-Ledger Staff
Last November, New Jersey Corrections Commissioner Devon Brown likened prisons to "America's new plantation" in a speech that caused an uproar.
"For not since slavery has our country promoted policies which have visited such enormous economic and human calamity on the black community," he said.
Asked recently whether he regretted the comments, given the controversy, Brown said: "I am without apology for the truth."
Devon Brown is the new guy in town, a prison honcho unlike New Jersey has ever known. In state history, there had only been two previous corrections commissioners: William Fauver, whose iron-fisted rule lasted 20 years, and Jack Terhune, whose four-year stint was distinguished by the number of major lawsuits the department lost.
Brown, 54, believes in talk. And change. Preferably done at the same time.
Since he arrived in New Jersey in April 2002, Brown has cut corrections officers' overtime by $37.5 million. He instituted parenting and morality classes in the prisons, banned trash TV, promoted new education and nontraditional job training.
He launched a behavioral modification program and anti-crime public service announcements. He got funding for a major initiative to reduce recidivism and went firmly on record against mandatory minimum sentencing and for alternative sentencing for low-level drug offenders and the mentally ill.
Brown has made some powerful enemies, including the unions and political hard-liners who see him as soft on crime.
Brown, who holds advanced degrees in law, psychology and public administration, says he doesn't care about controversy. Besides, polemic is more fun.
His more important goal, Brown says, is to "get people to talk about criminal justice issues. We have to get these issues out on the table."
In a recent Star-Ledger interview, Brown talked extensively about his views of crime and punishment:
"You must start the discussion by understanding that criminal justice is an industry. It is driven by people who have a vested interest in the status quo. Remember that when you hear people say we can't afford to change," he said. "Change can come through lawsuits or leadership. New Jersey has been lawsuit-driven in the past. I think it's time to try leadership."
Many of his views are as controversial as his remarks about prisons and plantations. Consider:
"I agree that our (corrections) primary mission is public safety. Helping offenders function on the outside furthers that mission. For every offender that gets out and gets a job, that's one less person victimizing you and me.
"Warehousing prisoners has failed. If you can't support reforms on the basis of compassion, then do it on the basis of money and self-interest."
Brown has strong opinions on prison for women as well.
"Women are in prison, to a large extent, because of exploitation by men. That they might be further exploited in prison is absolutely unacceptable.
"We are not doing enough. We were too far behind the curve here in New Jersey, too insular in our approach to criminals, too one-size-fits-all justice.
"Women are unique and deserve to be treated uniquely. If that means we eventually have to consider taking male corrections officers off the cellblocks at Edna Mahan, then I'll consider it. After all, I did it before when I ran a women's prison in Maryland. ...
"I know some states have done it, but I don't think children should be in prison with their mothers. Maybe we should change the model and keep both the mother and child under supervision out in the community," he said.
Now he's just warming up.
"I don't like the word liberal when it comes to justice reform. Let's just say it's time for New Jersey to start heading away from very conservative to just a little bit more down the middle."
BY JUDY PEET
Star-Ledger Staff
Last November, New Jersey Corrections Commissioner Devon Brown likened prisons to "America's new plantation" in a speech that caused an uproar.
"For not since slavery has our country promoted policies which have visited such enormous economic and human calamity on the black community," he said.
Asked recently whether he regretted the comments, given the controversy, Brown said: "I am without apology for the truth."
Devon Brown is the new guy in town, a prison honcho unlike New Jersey has ever known. In state history, there had only been two previous corrections commissioners: William Fauver, whose iron-fisted rule lasted 20 years, and Jack Terhune, whose four-year stint was distinguished by the number of major lawsuits the department lost.
Brown, 54, believes in talk. And change. Preferably done at the same time.
Since he arrived in New Jersey in April 2002, Brown has cut corrections officers' overtime by $37.5 million. He instituted parenting and morality classes in the prisons, banned trash TV, promoted new education and nontraditional job training.
He launched a behavioral modification program and anti-crime public service announcements. He got funding for a major initiative to reduce recidivism and went firmly on record against mandatory minimum sentencing and for alternative sentencing for low-level drug offenders and the mentally ill.
Brown has made some powerful enemies, including the unions and political hard-liners who see him as soft on crime.
Brown, who holds advanced degrees in law, psychology and public administration, says he doesn't care about controversy. Besides, polemic is more fun.
His more important goal, Brown says, is to "get people to talk about criminal justice issues. We have to get these issues out on the table."
In a recent Star-Ledger interview, Brown talked extensively about his views of crime and punishment:
"You must start the discussion by understanding that criminal justice is an industry. It is driven by people who have a vested interest in the status quo. Remember that when you hear people say we can't afford to change," he said. "Change can come through lawsuits or leadership. New Jersey has been lawsuit-driven in the past. I think it's time to try leadership."
Many of his views are as controversial as his remarks about prisons and plantations. Consider:
"I agree that our (corrections) primary mission is public safety. Helping offenders function on the outside furthers that mission. For every offender that gets out and gets a job, that's one less person victimizing you and me.
"Warehousing prisoners has failed. If you can't support reforms on the basis of compassion, then do it on the basis of money and self-interest."
Brown has strong opinions on prison for women as well.
"Women are in prison, to a large extent, because of exploitation by men. That they might be further exploited in prison is absolutely unacceptable.
"We are not doing enough. We were too far behind the curve here in New Jersey, too insular in our approach to criminals, too one-size-fits-all justice.
"Women are unique and deserve to be treated uniquely. If that means we eventually have to consider taking male corrections officers off the cellblocks at Edna Mahan, then I'll consider it. After all, I did it before when I ran a women's prison in Maryland. ...
"I know some states have done it, but I don't think children should be in prison with their mothers. Maybe we should change the model and keep both the mother and child under supervision out in the community," he said.
Now he's just warming up.
"I don't like the word liberal when it comes to justice reform. Let's just say it's time for New Jersey to start heading away from very conservative to just a little bit more down the middle."
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24.5.04
The other is unknown to me in times of great despair.
In locust I sit and dream of better times, places and people to be.
There is peacefulness in unrest; contend in great regret.
I have no fears only gleeful anticipation for what lies beyond my fears.
In locust I sit and dream of better times, places and people to be.
There is peacefulness in unrest; contend in great regret.
I have no fears only gleeful anticipation for what lies beyond my fears.
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God damn it! Who the fuck cares? Seriously. You are boring. boring. boring. Unfortunately, you represent what "most" people are "like" - BORING! BORING BORING BORING!
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21.5.04
"The Day I Chose to Die"
There were two separate demonstrations scheduled in the city that day, but it was Alejandro Trabuco, a migrant fruit picker, who caused a massive traffic jam that muggy June morning. He was hit, and instantly killed, by a 1983 Honda Civic, in desperate need of a tune-up, driven by a 57-year old retired corporate lawyer turned soup kitchen worker, Florence Bedaub.
Yet again, Florence was running late and today was her day to open the soup kitchen at St. Anthony's Roman Catholic Church. Her friends and family always laughed about how slow she drove. This morning was different; she knew, despite her late start, she needed to be at St. Anthony's on time. Florence was fearful that one of her soup kitchen clients, who most were due to board the 5:03 express to the big city-some 1 1/2 hours away, would miss breakfast.
Ana Tempt was among the fifty odd "regulars" at St. Anthony's. Every morning Ana and the others-mostly illegal immigrants-would great Florence with a bright yet weary smile at 4:30 am. Ana, a petite blonde from Columbia, worked a 12-hour shift as a maid at the home of retired NY Spirits quarterback turned car dealer entrepreneur, Dickey Forrest.
Dickey was forced to retire early from the NFL after being on the receiving end of one to many offensive tackles. With his pension and the little sponsorship money he had left over, he founded Dickey's Auto World. His dealership dealt mostly in "American" cars which were 95% made and manufactured in Latin America.
His number's man, Bob Johnston, had been analyzing the market place for sometime. Due to the overwhelming Union presence in the city, "American" was the only option if Dickey wanted to keep up the payments in his Motoryacht: an impressive 50 feet of pure luxury-at a price.
The Local 785 was headquatered in the industrual park within the walls of the AFC Paper Mill whose slogan was "quality over quantity". AFC was owned and operated by the Composite family for over five generations. It was the home of 2,342 loyal men and women, but times were tough in the paper business and Bert Composite was in the middle of a family board meeting when the phone call from his office girl, Sandra O'Grady came in; it went right to voice mail.
Sandra O'Grady was 37, overweight, but still retained her affinity to stretch pants. She had bought three pairs the night before at the local mega discount store that happened to be the biggest distributor of AFC's papers. Her car, a 1991 Oldsmobile, had been on its last leg for years now and today just happened to be its last stand. The phone call to Mr. Composite, which had gone directly to voicemail, was to inform him that she was sick with the flu, had been vomiting all night and morning and wouldn't be in today and maybe not tomorrow. After the phone call she put on one of her new pairs of back stretch pants along with a large straw hat and dark sunglasses-lest she should be spotted walking the streets while she was "sick"--and begin the 15-minute walk to Dickey's; she arrived at 8:10 am. She was hoping to catch the tail end of the big "Labor Day Blow Out" which Dickey had made famous by his over-the-top TV ads; every year he would wear the same white linen suit with matching Crocodile shoes. Technically his was a big fashion "no-no", but since the prices were so good-no one seemed to care.
Dickey, himself, greeted Sandra at the door. He was usually at work by 7:30, but today he was late by 17-minutes because his maid, Ana, was 13 1/2 minutes late in arriving for her usual 6:30 start. He would have left home without eating and perhaps would have even considered firing her, but he was addicted to her cooking and enjoyed having her make him breakfast, lunch and dinner seven-days a week. Besides, Dickey had already seen the news story about the poor man who had been hit on the expressway - the same route the express bus took. The pretty blonde newscaster relayed that the presumed illegal's body so badly mangled that if identification were to be possible it might take weeks in her usual "oddly cheery for 5am voice" which Dickey was used to by now. Alejandro, the dead immigrant, never carried identification with him. Besides, the only person who could possibly care that he was dead, his mother, was some 3,000 miles away and the closest available phone to her village was over 5-miles away.
Dickey had seen, through the power of a live satellite feed, the arrest of Florence; she was wearing a blue jumper and white Keds. Dickey saw as a tow truck ended the era of the beat up and now totaled Honda Civic; it was covered in blood and "what appeared to be skull fragments", the blonde reported with a smile on her face.
"God damn Jap cars", Dickey muttered as he drank his morning coffee.
So it goes.
To KV.
There were two separate demonstrations scheduled in the city that day, but it was Alejandro Trabuco, a migrant fruit picker, who caused a massive traffic jam that muggy June morning. He was hit, and instantly killed, by a 1983 Honda Civic, in desperate need of a tune-up, driven by a 57-year old retired corporate lawyer turned soup kitchen worker, Florence Bedaub.
Yet again, Florence was running late and today was her day to open the soup kitchen at St. Anthony's Roman Catholic Church. Her friends and family always laughed about how slow she drove. This morning was different; she knew, despite her late start, she needed to be at St. Anthony's on time. Florence was fearful that one of her soup kitchen clients, who most were due to board the 5:03 express to the big city-some 1 1/2 hours away, would miss breakfast.
Ana Tempt was among the fifty odd "regulars" at St. Anthony's. Every morning Ana and the others-mostly illegal immigrants-would great Florence with a bright yet weary smile at 4:30 am. Ana, a petite blonde from Columbia, worked a 12-hour shift as a maid at the home of retired NY Spirits quarterback turned car dealer entrepreneur, Dickey Forrest.
Dickey was forced to retire early from the NFL after being on the receiving end of one to many offensive tackles. With his pension and the little sponsorship money he had left over, he founded Dickey's Auto World. His dealership dealt mostly in "American" cars which were 95% made and manufactured in Latin America.
His number's man, Bob Johnston, had been analyzing the market place for sometime. Due to the overwhelming Union presence in the city, "American" was the only option if Dickey wanted to keep up the payments in his Motoryacht: an impressive 50 feet of pure luxury-at a price.
The Local 785 was headquatered in the industrual park within the walls of the AFC Paper Mill whose slogan was "quality over quantity". AFC was owned and operated by the Composite family for over five generations. It was the home of 2,342 loyal men and women, but times were tough in the paper business and Bert Composite was in the middle of a family board meeting when the phone call from his office girl, Sandra O'Grady came in; it went right to voice mail.
Sandra O'Grady was 37, overweight, but still retained her affinity to stretch pants. She had bought three pairs the night before at the local mega discount store that happened to be the biggest distributor of AFC's papers. Her car, a 1991 Oldsmobile, had been on its last leg for years now and today just happened to be its last stand. The phone call to Mr. Composite, which had gone directly to voicemail, was to inform him that she was sick with the flu, had been vomiting all night and morning and wouldn't be in today and maybe not tomorrow. After the phone call she put on one of her new pairs of back stretch pants along with a large straw hat and dark sunglasses-lest she should be spotted walking the streets while she was "sick"--and begin the 15-minute walk to Dickey's; she arrived at 8:10 am. She was hoping to catch the tail end of the big "Labor Day Blow Out" which Dickey had made famous by his over-the-top TV ads; every year he would wear the same white linen suit with matching Crocodile shoes. Technically his was a big fashion "no-no", but since the prices were so good-no one seemed to care.
Dickey, himself, greeted Sandra at the door. He was usually at work by 7:30, but today he was late by 17-minutes because his maid, Ana, was 13 1/2 minutes late in arriving for her usual 6:30 start. He would have left home without eating and perhaps would have even considered firing her, but he was addicted to her cooking and enjoyed having her make him breakfast, lunch and dinner seven-days a week. Besides, Dickey had already seen the news story about the poor man who had been hit on the expressway - the same route the express bus took. The pretty blonde newscaster relayed that the presumed illegal's body so badly mangled that if identification were to be possible it might take weeks in her usual "oddly cheery for 5am voice" which Dickey was used to by now. Alejandro, the dead immigrant, never carried identification with him. Besides, the only person who could possibly care that he was dead, his mother, was some 3,000 miles away and the closest available phone to her village was over 5-miles away.
Dickey had seen, through the power of a live satellite feed, the arrest of Florence; she was wearing a blue jumper and white Keds. Dickey saw as a tow truck ended the era of the beat up and now totaled Honda Civic; it was covered in blood and "what appeared to be skull fragments", the blonde reported with a smile on her face.
"God damn Jap cars", Dickey muttered as he drank his morning coffee.
So it goes.
To KV.
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20.5.04
Lily Rose
Liliana
Ella Bleu
Elise (Elyse)
Blu
Nyx
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Fin
Elijah
Kai
Ian
Jonas
Alexsandr
Alejandro
Liliana
Ella Bleu
Elise (Elyse)
Blu
Nyx
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Fin
Elijah
Kai
Ian
Jonas
Alexsandr
Alejandro
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"In his plastic surgery/urology malpractice complaint filed on March 10, 1997, Mr. Doe, who apparently thought that his penis was too small and his butt too big, alleged that on April 1, 1995, Dr. Sheldon O. Burman, founder and director of M.S.D. Institute botched his phalloplasty (penis enlargement) and liposuction of his buttocks. He claimed that has caused deformity to his penis which now points to the right, loss of sensation, and pain upon erection and ejaculation, necessitating a subsequent surgery by another plastic surgeon, and that the liposuction has also deformed his buttocks. He claimed severe emotional distress necessitating multiple treatments from numerous psychiatrists and psychologists as a result. "
if a picture is worth a thousand words, this is worth....:
if a picture is worth a thousand words, this is worth....:
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A wise man once told me:
"First of all can someone tell me if this site is for martian modern connivances or it is for color, race, ethnic etc....modern connivances? There is no such thing in humanity.... so people with such concept have not understood humanity and have to go and read about humanity and knowing the true meaning of humanity before coming on this page. In humanity there is no room for black, white, tribe, color etc....think about it and know that you are still outside the regulations of humanity."
"First of all can someone tell me if this site is for martian modern connivances or it is for color, race, ethnic etc....modern connivances? There is no such thing in humanity.... so people with such concept have not understood humanity and have to go and read about humanity and knowing the true meaning of humanity before coming on this page. In humanity there is no room for black, white, tribe, color etc....think about it and know that you are still outside the regulations of humanity."
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8:32 AM
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19.5.04
And what about society? What will happen to the world over the next twenty, fifty, or a hundred years if scientists and doctors create a way to keep a severed head alive for months or even years? Will the operation be done to good and humane people who want to help society? Or would it be done to ruthless dictators like Hitler and Stalin?
I don't know the answers, but those questions won't go away. And they're not just coming at me. They're coming at everybody, like a high-speed train roaring through the night.
I don't know the answers, but those questions won't go away. And they're not just coming at me. They're coming at everybody, like a high-speed train roaring through the night.
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1:22 PM
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18.5.04
I live in a town where things happen.
I live in a town where people know people who know or knew people.
I live in a town where rights are wronged by good intention.
I live in a town where teen pregnancy, rape and incest never existed.
I live in a town where all the blue-eyed, blonde haired baby coo, the temperature is always perfect and teething toodlers sleep through the night.
I live in a town where Main Street never left; where Ma and Pa are still alive and well (the way they have always been).
I live in a town where people know people who know or knew people.
I live in a town where rights are wronged by good intention.
I live in a town where teen pregnancy, rape and incest never existed.
I live in a town where all the blue-eyed, blonde haired baby coo, the temperature is always perfect and teething toodlers sleep through the night.
I live in a town where Main Street never left; where Ma and Pa are still alive and well (the way they have always been).
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So it goes...and goes...and goes....
I lost track of time a long time ago; I hope to never regain it.
I have been to places that I can recall in my mind, but never knew their exact location. Like that time I was in Astoria with man of greek decent. I never could remember his name, but I do remember his car. He drove me home in complete silence that morning. Was his regret? Anger? Sorrow?
So it goes.
Down was up and up was over.
So it goes.
I lost track of time a long time ago; I hope to never regain it.
I have been to places that I can recall in my mind, but never knew their exact location. Like that time I was in Astoria with man of greek decent. I never could remember his name, but I do remember his car. He drove me home in complete silence that morning. Was his regret? Anger? Sorrow?
So it goes.
Down was up and up was over.
So it goes.
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17.5.04
13.5.04
If I were brave enough I would be writing this directly to you. I would say ________ look! You fool! But alas I am pathetic in the sense that I can't deal with this type of conflict. It is the worse kind for me.
If I were braver I would say ___________ you can't do that to me! But no. I say nothing.
If I were smarter I would have never let this happen to me. I would have never actually truly let you, _________, know me the way I thought I allowed you to.
I would have never opened up nor spent countless moments thinking of you, smiling.
__________, I can't make you _______ me. I can't even make you ______ me. I guess I can't really do much in any regard.
I guess I was an idiot to have ever __________. Yeah, a real fool. I am better off alone anyway. No need for a ______ or even a ___________.
I just wanted to be ____________ with you...nothing more.
I never asked for _________ or ____________ and most of all I never asked you to _________ for me. I just _________ you the way were.
What more can I say? Anyway, soon I will be _________ and long forgotten in your ____________. I want to say _____ with __________ this ____________! But what is the point?
If I were braver I would say ___________ you can't do that to me! But no. I say nothing.
If I were smarter I would have never let this happen to me. I would have never actually truly let you, _________, know me the way I thought I allowed you to.
I would have never opened up nor spent countless moments thinking of you, smiling.
__________, I can't make you _______ me. I can't even make you ______ me. I guess I can't really do much in any regard.
I guess I was an idiot to have ever __________. Yeah, a real fool. I am better off alone anyway. No need for a ______ or even a ___________.
I just wanted to be ____________ with you...nothing more.
I never asked for _________ or ____________ and most of all I never asked you to _________ for me. I just _________ you the way were.
What more can I say? Anyway, soon I will be _________ and long forgotten in your ____________. I want to say _____ with __________ this ____________! But what is the point?
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12.5.04
I find you the most appealing when we are silent. There is something about the oddness of heavy breathing that appeals to me, even in my darkest moments.
I saw a movie once were these two young lovers trek away to a forgotten eastern city and break into an apartment. They pull the oversized mattress to the balcony and sleep together, there. There isn't much dialogue in that scene, but you get the sense that there is great feeling.
Perhaps words merely serve to confuse reality or perhaps there is no reality.
I am more akin to the latter.
I saw a movie once were these two young lovers trek away to a forgotten eastern city and break into an apartment. They pull the oversized mattress to the balcony and sleep together, there. There isn't much dialogue in that scene, but you get the sense that there is great feeling.
Perhaps words merely serve to confuse reality or perhaps there is no reality.
I am more akin to the latter.
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11:20 PM
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11.5.04
"The title of freeman doesn't guard against the oppression of the poor."
Of course, I can agree that slavery is an abomination. That is holding a "title" to a human being, but let's get real...what is the real difference?
Freedom of movement?
Enlightenment?
Knowledge?
Unlimited economic potentials?
The ability to affect ones socio-economic status?
Yeah....
Of course, I can agree that slavery is an abomination. That is holding a "title" to a human being, but let's get real...what is the real difference?
Freedom of movement?
Enlightenment?
Knowledge?
Unlimited economic potentials?
The ability to affect ones socio-economic status?
Yeah....
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10:34 AM
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10.5.04
65.119.245!
65.119.245!
65.119.245!
65.119.245!
65.119.245!
Who are you?
If you are in love with me....SAY IT!
65.119.245!
65.119.245!
65.119.245!
65.119.245!
Who are you?
If you are in love with me....SAY IT!
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We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
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7.5.04
6.5.04
Girl [9:57 PM]:
hi
Boy [9:58 PM]:
Hi
Girl [9:58 PM]:
whats up?
Boy [9:58 PM]:
nothing just woke up
Girl [9:58 PM]:
oh?
where are u?
Boy [9:58 PM]:
You ?
Girl [9:58 PM]:
listening to music
thoughti woudl check ICQ
Boy [9:58 PM]:
when are yu paying me a trip somewhere?
Girl [9:58 PM]:
what do u mean?
Girl [9:59 PM]:
come to NYC
whenever u want
Boy [9:59 PM]:
like I did ;)
Girl [9:59 PM]:
come here
whenever u want
Girl [9:59 PM]:
i have room in my apartment
Boy [9:59 PM]:
oh good
Girl [9:59 PM]:
no no dont u think i remember ur promise
and i will hold u too it
Boy [10:00 PM]:
Is everything allright with you
Girl [10:00 PM]:
ahhh
better than before!:)
Girl [10:00 PM]:
always geting better
Girl [10:00 PM]:
u talk to (other) boy in vienna?
Boy [10:00 PM]:
sometimes Yes
Girl [10:00 PM]:
i see he watches me but he wont reply to my emails....
Girl [10:01 PM]:
tell him that i am watching him too and iam pleased
Boy [10:01 PM]:
bizarre he is not like this usually
Girl [10:01 PM]:
he is a funny man
i enjoy his company
Boy [10:01 PM]:
How is weight watcher ?
Girl [10:01 PM]:
i dont do that
Girl [10:01 PM]:
no need for it
Boy [10:02 PM]:
did yu loose what yu were supposed to ?
Boy [10:02 PM]:
casue yu dont have the will
Girl [10:02 PM]:
yes, i lost weight
but i exercise and eat well
Girl [10:02 PM]:
i dont have will?
Boy [10:02 PM]:
yu eat too much !
Girl [10:03 PM]:
what?
do u watch me eat?
Boy [10:03 PM]:
at yu age it is recoverable add another 2 or 3 years and it will be irreversible
Girl [10:03 PM]:
i lost 40 lbs so far
since i met u
Boy [10:03 PM]:
I saw yur last pictures
Girl [10:03 PM]:
where?
Boy [10:04 PM]:
and did not see any progress
dont know on your website
Girl [10:04 PM]:
where pray tell?
Girl [10:04 PM]:
WHERE?
Boy [10:04 PM]:
the one in yur bathroom
Girl [10:04 PM]:
http://www.leaderoftomorrow.com/
Boy [10:04 PM]:
Yes
Girl [10:05 PM]:
bathroom?
what are u talking about?
i have no pic in my batthoom
u mean my bathtub??
that is not a full body picture
Girl [10:05 PM]:
can i ask u something?
Boy [10:05 PM]:
yes yu do yu show yur feet
Boy [10:05 PM]:
yes
Girl [10:06 PM]:
does it give u some sort of feeling of power to try to critize people when u urself are worthly of a lifetime worth of it? perhaps it is a way to avoid looking at urself?
Girl [10:06 PM]:
i see no reason why u need to continue to talk shit to me
i just Imed u to say hello
Girl [10:06 PM]:
and the first hting u do is talk about how awful i am
Girl [10:07 PM]:
obviously i am the one who has the problem because i am still IMing u and i still remember ur name
Boy [10:07 PM]:
Listen dont lie to yourself, You have to make the effort to to loose 50 KGS and I know it hurt but to read that from me but that is the best thing I can tell you now FOR YOU and for YOUR INTERST
Girl [10:08 PM]:
really?
how are u going to tell me to lose weight?
Girl [10:08 PM]:
go by teh boy “plan for life”?
Boy [10:08 PM]:
yu pormised me last year that before december yu will obtain a result NOW it is ONE YEAR !!
Girl [10:08 PM]:
i dont lie to myself have no reason to
Girl [10:08 PM]:
i t is not a year
are u kidding me?
Girl [10:08 PM]:
it is MAY 5 2004
Boy [10:09 PM]:
continue like this and nobody will approach yu
Girl [10:09 PM]:
continue to lose weight u mean?
Girl [10:09 PM]:
or continue to allow assholes to talk shit to me?
Boy [10:10 PM]:
yu are destructing yourself. go see a dietetician and get someadvices and APPLY THEM rigourously and stop playing with yourself
Girl [10:10 PM]:
what in gods name are u talking about?
do u watch me??
Girl [10:10 PM]:
have field reports re: me?
Boy [10:12 PM]:
Listen it is the same when I saw you and there was no progress and I dont want to see you like you are. You are a smart girl that is loosing too much becasue of the 10*extra weight
Boy [10:14 PM]:
I do not care if I am hurting you ,as long as it will create something in yourslef, You will thank me in One year !! cause this is what you need ONE Year minimum
Girl [10:15 PM]:
u arent helping me
i just IMed u to say HELLO
not to ask ur advice
because i have no respect for u or ur opinion
Boy [10:15 PM]:
Listen I dont care what you think , Just execute your dietetic plan it is in your interest !!
Girl [10:15 PM]:
people like u are poision
Girl [10:16 PM]:
u have no good use in life except trying to make people feel like shit
Boy [10:16 PM]:
Ok , I agree, Hate me as much as yu can , but just loose weight !!
Girl [10:16 PM]:
i dont hate u
that is not my duty in life
Boy [10:16 PM]:
yu will thank me in one year
Girl [10:17 PM]:
pay ur child support
u are a bottom feeder
part of introducing my friend
to u
was to see how fast u would try to get something from him
i wasnt suprised it took u one email
Girl [10:17 PM]:
i thought u had more class than that!
Girl [10:17 PM]:
apparently not
Girl [10:17 PM]:
take care
Boy [10:17 PM]:
too much psychology and correctness Hurts more casue peole do not get this kick that show them the tructh
hi
Boy [9:58 PM]:
Hi
Girl [9:58 PM]:
whats up?
Boy [9:58 PM]:
nothing just woke up
Girl [9:58 PM]:
oh?
where are u?
Boy [9:58 PM]:
You ?
Girl [9:58 PM]:
listening to music
thoughti woudl check ICQ
Boy [9:58 PM]:
when are yu paying me a trip somewhere?
Girl [9:58 PM]:
what do u mean?
Girl [9:59 PM]:
come to NYC
whenever u want
Boy [9:59 PM]:
like I did ;)
Girl [9:59 PM]:
come here
whenever u want
Girl [9:59 PM]:
i have room in my apartment
Boy [9:59 PM]:
oh good
Girl [9:59 PM]:
no no dont u think i remember ur promise
and i will hold u too it
Boy [10:00 PM]:
Is everything allright with you
Girl [10:00 PM]:
ahhh
better than before!:)
Girl [10:00 PM]:
always geting better
Girl [10:00 PM]:
u talk to (other) boy in vienna?
Boy [10:00 PM]:
sometimes Yes
Girl [10:00 PM]:
i see he watches me but he wont reply to my emails....
Girl [10:01 PM]:
tell him that i am watching him too and iam pleased
Boy [10:01 PM]:
bizarre he is not like this usually
Girl [10:01 PM]:
he is a funny man
i enjoy his company
Boy [10:01 PM]:
How is weight watcher ?
Girl [10:01 PM]:
i dont do that
Girl [10:01 PM]:
no need for it
Boy [10:02 PM]:
did yu loose what yu were supposed to ?
Boy [10:02 PM]:
casue yu dont have the will
Girl [10:02 PM]:
yes, i lost weight
but i exercise and eat well
Girl [10:02 PM]:
i dont have will?
Boy [10:02 PM]:
yu eat too much !
Girl [10:03 PM]:
what?
do u watch me eat?
Boy [10:03 PM]:
at yu age it is recoverable add another 2 or 3 years and it will be irreversible
Girl [10:03 PM]:
i lost 40 lbs so far
since i met u
Boy [10:03 PM]:
I saw yur last pictures
Girl [10:03 PM]:
where?
Boy [10:04 PM]:
and did not see any progress
dont know on your website
Girl [10:04 PM]:
where pray tell?
Girl [10:04 PM]:
WHERE?
Boy [10:04 PM]:
the one in yur bathroom
Girl [10:04 PM]:
http://www.leaderoftomorrow.com/
Boy [10:04 PM]:
Yes
Girl [10:05 PM]:
bathroom?
what are u talking about?
i have no pic in my batthoom
u mean my bathtub??
that is not a full body picture
Girl [10:05 PM]:
can i ask u something?
Boy [10:05 PM]:
yes yu do yu show yur feet
Boy [10:05 PM]:
yes
Girl [10:06 PM]:
does it give u some sort of feeling of power to try to critize people when u urself are worthly of a lifetime worth of it? perhaps it is a way to avoid looking at urself?
Girl [10:06 PM]:
i see no reason why u need to continue to talk shit to me
i just Imed u to say hello
Girl [10:06 PM]:
and the first hting u do is talk about how awful i am
Girl [10:07 PM]:
obviously i am the one who has the problem because i am still IMing u and i still remember ur name
Boy [10:07 PM]:
Listen dont lie to yourself, You have to make the effort to to loose 50 KGS and I know it hurt but to read that from me but that is the best thing I can tell you now FOR YOU and for YOUR INTERST
Girl [10:08 PM]:
really?
how are u going to tell me to lose weight?
Girl [10:08 PM]:
go by teh boy “plan for life”?
Boy [10:08 PM]:
yu pormised me last year that before december yu will obtain a result NOW it is ONE YEAR !!
Girl [10:08 PM]:
i dont lie to myself have no reason to
Girl [10:08 PM]:
i t is not a year
are u kidding me?
Girl [10:08 PM]:
it is MAY 5 2004
Boy [10:09 PM]:
continue like this and nobody will approach yu
Girl [10:09 PM]:
continue to lose weight u mean?
Girl [10:09 PM]:
or continue to allow assholes to talk shit to me?
Boy [10:10 PM]:
yu are destructing yourself. go see a dietetician and get someadvices and APPLY THEM rigourously and stop playing with yourself
Girl [10:10 PM]:
what in gods name are u talking about?
do u watch me??
Girl [10:10 PM]:
have field reports re: me?
Boy [10:12 PM]:
Listen it is the same when I saw you and there was no progress and I dont want to see you like you are. You are a smart girl that is loosing too much becasue of the 10*extra weight
Boy [10:14 PM]:
I do not care if I am hurting you ,as long as it will create something in yourslef, You will thank me in One year !! cause this is what you need ONE Year minimum
Girl [10:15 PM]:
u arent helping me
i just IMed u to say HELLO
not to ask ur advice
because i have no respect for u or ur opinion
Boy [10:15 PM]:
Listen I dont care what you think , Just execute your dietetic plan it is in your interest !!
Girl [10:15 PM]:
people like u are poision
Girl [10:16 PM]:
u have no good use in life except trying to make people feel like shit
Boy [10:16 PM]:
Ok , I agree, Hate me as much as yu can , but just loose weight !!
Girl [10:16 PM]:
i dont hate u
that is not my duty in life
Boy [10:16 PM]:
yu will thank me in one year
Girl [10:17 PM]:
pay ur child support
u are a bottom feeder
part of introducing my friend
to u
was to see how fast u would try to get something from him
i wasnt suprised it took u one email
Girl [10:17 PM]:
i thought u had more class than that!
Girl [10:17 PM]:
apparently not
Girl [10:17 PM]:
take care
Boy [10:17 PM]:
too much psychology and correctness Hurts more casue peole do not get this kick that show them the tructh
posted by Aki at
5:58 PM
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5.5.04
Of all the people in the world, I can't believe that you contacted me again! Ha! I was thinking about you a bit ago. Don't worry they were mostly positive thoughts, but I can't believe how much you have changed and in just a short period of time! Wow! Are they really that "good"? I swear, thinking back, it was so funny (and so fitting). I had just finished that evil book and was rather pissed off about how bad it ended (although that "phrase" has now been incorporated into standard English vernacular). Anyway, so you come along and wow have you changed, but haven't we all?
I mean....I felt like I was talking to Joanna! Jesus Christ! Like in the end when Ruthanne meets her at the grocery store and asks her if she took any new pictures lately...she replies something like she was never too good and it and has refocused her attention to more meaningful things.
Dear Jesus! Did they strap you down and replace your mind with that of a suburban bore? I can't believe it! I wouldn't go so far as to say you were 100% "ok" before. Hell, you caused enough trouble for yourself, but are you really happy now? Have you found a bit of piece and understanding in the mundane pursuits of boredom?
I can't say anything else, but wow wow wow wow wow wow and WOW!
I mean....I felt like I was talking to Joanna! Jesus Christ! Like in the end when Ruthanne meets her at the grocery store and asks her if she took any new pictures lately...she replies something like she was never too good and it and has refocused her attention to more meaningful things.
Dear Jesus! Did they strap you down and replace your mind with that of a suburban bore? I can't believe it! I wouldn't go so far as to say you were 100% "ok" before. Hell, you caused enough trouble for yourself, but are you really happy now? Have you found a bit of piece and understanding in the mundane pursuits of boredom?
I can't say anything else, but wow wow wow wow wow wow and WOW!
posted by Aki at
9:04 AM
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