Unsure

I have only a few minutes, because when Jade gets back, I have to sign off for the day. It's better that way. I don't know what's going to happen to this weblog webring now that we've been smeared as a "hoax" all because one person did that. It doesn't mean that everyone online is a pathalogical liar.

Jade's home. I gotta go.

Still In Shock

"After the dreadful lines were drawn, the children would dream of the pearls and how beautiful they were. Year after year they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon hoping that the oysters would come back. They risked everything-their homes, families and meager possessions-to search for the pearls. To make sure they were heavy enough to reach the bottom, the children tied stones to their backs. Many of them died, streams of blood and broken bodies rose to the surface of the lagoon...and the lagoon cried. "

From Imaginary Jules....


When I'm no longer crying forever, I'll write about what happened last night. What I woke up to today. But not sooner.

Yes, I think it's okay to cry. Especially after my best friend killed himself last night.

Ironic, Isn't It?

I was sick yesterday. I had these weird cramps all day. No puking or shitting though. Strange. Usually I get them and then don't know which end to stick on the toilet first. I went to the store with Jade this morning, just to get out of the house. I knew if I stayed here I'd be laughing at Dennis before long. He didn't wash laundry last week, and there was a mountain of it waiting for him today. I thought that was funny. Anyway, at the store, I seen this couple there, a black man, a white woman and their kid. Their kid ran off through the cookie isle, and the man called out, "Hey nigger get back here!" I just raised my eyebrows at that remark. The guy seen me and grinned. "What? She's a nigger," he said. I felt like saying, "Yeah? Well so are you." But I didn't. I kept my mouth shut.

I changed the date on the George Harrison pictures, because I got his birthday wrong. I also uploaded another picture. Use it if you want.