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May 16, 2004 by josiebabe
I feel terrible. Last night, I knowingly went out with for a few drinks with some ex-co-workers, whom I haven't seen in ages. It turns out that two of the guys who showed up, I had at one time kissed. I'm also really honest with my boyfriend. I tell him everything, and he knows about those two instances.

I don't know where my fault lies heavier: always telling my boyfriend the truth, or deciding to go out with old friends who I've made out with. Needless to say, he put two and two toge...
May 15, 2004 by josiebabe
And so it continues... I'm sick of hearing myself talk about it. My friends are sick of my crying wolf everytime I say I don't want to be in this relationship. This is partly the reason why I'm writing here because I need to let my frustrations out somewhere. But this is all my one-sided look at how things are, so it's not the complete truth. I don't mean for this to be enjoyable reading for anyone, because it annoys even me.

So I'm reading this relationship book. It's like a diagnostic...
May 14, 2004 by josiebabe
I'm trying to decide if I'm being completely unreasonable.

I don't like gambling. I can condone it as a form of entertainment, but something about all that money just seems wrong to me. Now, my boyfriend is heading off to the casino. He's not a big gambler, and he's only gambled a few times in five years. I know he's doing this just to make a couple of bucks, but I don't approve of it. He's not going for 'fun'. I'm not going to change what I think, but I wonder if I'm being too much of...
May 12, 2004 by josiebabe
This is turning out to be the journal of a fraidy cat.

Today, there was a career fair for writers at school. It's actually going on right now: publishers, writers, associations. I thought, neat, I can go and ask questions to get a better idea of what the industry's like. So I get ready to go, read over the questions I prepared and print off a couple resumes on pretty paper, just in case. What happens? I walk in, and walk right out.

A wave of ill-feeling just swept over me. I sudde...
May 5, 2004 by josiebabe
This is probably old news, and no one really cares anymore: but Sebastian Bach played in some pseudo-band on the Gilmore Girls.

He sang a Rancid song and looked like a fag.
May 5, 2004 by josiebabe
Why do I stay? Why do I think I need him? This reads like some lame high school relationship. I never dreamed that I'd be in a relationship with someone who pisses me off to all hell all the time, and at the same time I feel like I can't leave.

Why do I have to be such a woman? Women do this. They hope. He'll change. He won't screw up again. He promises. I always think it will get better. We can't even go grocery shopping without getting into a screaming argument. But I just look ...
May 4, 2004 by josiebabe
Real Name: Fat Steve
Region: New Brunswick, NJ
Remarks: grease truck food is not as gross as it looks
May 4, 2004 by josiebabe
Ok, may be I'm being overly sensitive. May be it's me not acknowledging my partner's interests... but c'mon! EIGHT MONTHS out of the entire year?

When I first moved to Toronto, I thought it was really funny: hockey is religion here. Those damn canucks, eh. But my gosh, when my boyfriend talks to me about hockey, I shut it out just like he ignores everything I say about Roman history. Does it really matter? Truly? Why is Belfour in your vocabulary? I just can't stand being bested by ...
May 2, 2004 by josiebabe
I'm trying to create a new article and no matter how many times I try, it gives me the message: "You are not authorized to access this page." Does anyone know what I'm doing wrong?
May 1, 2004 by josiebabe
it made me laugh
April 30, 2004 by josiebabe
My boyfriend's great: he's so cool, caring, and he takes care of me. But we've been together for years now, and I can't decide whether or not I'd be better off without him. I'm on the brink of leaving, but I'm afraid. So, I'm going to give myself this summer to think about it. It's not fair to be with him only because I haven't met anyone better. That's not entirely true though: I'm smitten. I idolize him like a rock star, which probably is my main problem. It's like being in prison with ...