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[Mar. 27th, 2005|04:46 pm] |
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I'm so upset about the decision about starving Terri Schiavo to death. Who has the right to take her life when she's not able to state her own opinion?! I think it's sick, purely sick. And starve her to death? Just quit feeding her? Why not just slit her troath while you're at it? At least she wouldn't suffer as she's obviously doing now. No, shame on you people who make these IDIOTIC decisions! |
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[Mar. 18th, 2005|04:20 pm] |
I think too much. I sometimes wish I could just turn off my brain for awhile.
I think some reading would be good. |
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| so there. |
[Mar. 11th, 2005|10:56 am] |
Diane Sawyer: But let me ask you a couple of questions....
Michael: To this day, nothing. Still, nothing.
Diane Sawyer: Let me ask you ....
Michael: Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Diane Sawyer: Nothing. We got nothing. As you may or may not know, we have called everyone we could call, we have checked everything we can check, we have gone and tried to see if what we heard before is in fact the case...I want to ask you about two things. These reports that we read over and over again, that in your room they found photographs of young boys...
Michael: Not of young boys, of children, all kinds of girls and . . . everything.
Diane Sawyer: And that they found photographs...books, of young boys who were undressed.
Michael: No.
Diane Sawyer: It didn't happen?
Michael: No. Not that I know of, unless people sent me things that I haven't opened. People send, people know my love for children, so they send me books from all over the world. From South America, from Germany, from Italy, from Sweden, I.... |
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[Mar. 11th, 2005|10:54 am] |
'All you need is love?'
'Oh please, don't start that again.' |
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| so sans |
[Mar. 9th, 2005|02:30 pm] |
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Today's a strange day... I need to pee. And do the rest of my laundry. So bye. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2005|10:56 am] |
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Oh and I forgot (hadn't have my coffee yet) Michael and I celebrate 1 year and 3 months today but I don't think we'll be doing anything special... no. |
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| mhm... |
[Mar. 3rd, 2005|12:01 pm] |
Michael came here later in the evening yesterday... we layed in bed, watched TV and talked... we both were exhausted and I had a throbbing head ache. I fell alseep at 11.30 and woke up at 9.50 a.m... Slept over 10 hours, oh I must have been completely worn out, such a long time ago since I cried that bad. I never want to go through anything like that again, may it never happen again. And please, let the doctors never put him off his medication again aswell. God it was awful...
Today I'm still tired, my body aches and I don't have much strength to do anything. Michael has to leave again in about 2 hours to leave this computer back to Maria and fix her other computer. I will... watch TV or a movie when he does because I don't feel like doing anything else. When he's finished he'll come back to me and we'll continue to have cosy moments and tell each other how much we love each other. Cause I do, I really, truly, madly do. |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2005|01:34 pm] |
Oh God Please Help Me, Help Michael... I can't BREATH, HELP US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M DYING... I CAN'T BREATH. HELP US!! HELP MICHAEL!!
I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIM.. HELP US... |
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| sad. |
[Mar. 1st, 2005|10:39 am] |
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I don't know what I feel today, heart broken, I guess. I don't trust him in the same way I used to do. And from what I know he has always been good at lying to others, so why not me? I know he does, I just know... |
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[Feb. 28th, 2005|09:16 pm] |
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I need a new email account. But not hotmail, tired tired tired of hotmail. I need something new. Cause my other two's are getting full. If anybody knows any good email account but not hotmail, please give me your suggestions. In the meantime, I'll keep on looking with my green-blue-gray eyes. |
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