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Anonymous Rants: July 2005
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Thursday, July 07, 2005. Okay, I'm sorry, but Bono. Is the one who's infuriating. What's all this bullshit about calling Paul Martin. I mean, personally, I think what the PM is saying is logical. Bono's been going on and on ad nauseum, pushing Canada to commit 0.7% of our GDP to foreign aid 'cause right now, we only spend about 0.26%. Okay, look - - I'm not saying that we shouldn't. Do that, but what Martin said about not making any promises because he wants to commit to small increases that he knows.
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Anonymous Rants: March 2005
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Friday, March 18, 2005. Heard this poem the other night on Don Jackson's "Lovers and Other Strangers":. If you are ever going to love me,. Love me now, while I can know. The sweet and tender feelings. That from true affection flow. While I am living. Do not wait until I'm gone. And then have it chiseled in marble,. Sweet words on ice-cold stone. If you have tender thoughts of me,. Please tell me now. If you wait until I am sleeping,. Never to awaken,. There will be death between us,. So I can treasure it.
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Anonymous Rants: April 2005
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Thursday, April 21, 2005. The moment that I step outside. For me to run and hide. I can't do the little things I hold so dear. Cause it's all those little things. I was at the subway station with my back pressed against the wall, hiding behind a pillar because I could see my freaky stalker standing a little further down the platform. I started getting this really uneasy feeling. I realized that if something were to happen, nobody would be able to see me or even hear me. Thank God another guy came walking...
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Anonymous Rants: October 2003
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Tuesday, October 07, 2003. The Wheels Go Round and Round. One floor above me, I can hear wheels slowly grinding and I can't help but think how shitty it'd be if it was something heavy and everything came crashing through the ceiling, crushing everyone on the seventh floor to death. But realistically, that sort of thing doesn't happen. There's nothing to worry about. I'm just thinking, "What if? Though, if we'd all been crushed to death, I guess I wouldn't be around to actually say that.
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Anonymous Rants: January 2005
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Sunday, January 23, 2005. Just because you want something really badly doesn't necessarily mean it's okay for you to have it. Take 66-year-old Adriana Illiescu, for example. The Romanian woman gave birth to a premature girl in Bucharest after undergoing fertility treatments for nine years. And this week, Illiescu beat out Satyabhama Mahapatra, of India, who gave birth to a boy at the age of 65 in 2003 after being impregnated by an egg donated by her 26-year-old niece. Actually, it really. Want children, ...
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Anonymous Rants: June 2004
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Monday, June 07, 2004. Do you ever feel like the universe is just screwing with you? Nothing seems to go right and as corny as this sounds, I'm actually relating to that annoying theme song from "Friends." And the thing is, I'm not about to go kill myself, so that doesn't leave all that many options. You've just got to deal with the total assness of your life. What I don't get is how some people seem to have it all and yet their lives just keep getting better. The whole job thing depresses me sometimes.
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Anonymous Rants: April 2004
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Wednesday, April 07, 2004. Waiting For My Rocket To Come. So, file-sharing is legal in Canada. But this is kind of old news. SoI'm really jazzed about this singer named Jason Mraz. I know he's been likened to John Mayer (whom I loved long before he got all famous) and Dave Matthews, but there's a certain clarity and soothing quality to his voice that makes you smile. His stuff is definitely folksy and some of the tracks have a slight hip-hop feel, which he'll just as soon switch up into a new-jazz style.
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Anonymous Rants: July 2004
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Saturday, July 31, 2004. It's been a year since my grandmother died. Got out of bed early and fished out my journal and lay in bed, writing about it. The page was all soggy and wet by the time I was finished. I rolled over and just stared at the ceiling, trying to get a grip on things. For some reason, I felt compelled to rehash what happened that day. Why force yourself to remember a day that was so horrible? I think about it a lot, actually. There was a white board at the foot of her bed and I drew her...
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Anonymous Rants: September 2003
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Tuesday, September 30, 2003. The More Generous Set. This morning, the train grinds to a halt and I find myself sitting there, feeling the first stabs of anxiety. I hate being late. When I say I'm going to be somewhere at a specific time, I'm there at that time. I don't like making others wait for me even though I usually show up to discover I have to wait for the other person anyway. But when it comes to work, I'm pretty anal about that kind of thing. You know what I noticed? Posted by Anonymous Writer a...
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Anonymous Rants: June 2005
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Friday, June 24, 2005. I used to mock people who'd have three or four journals. I just didn't get the point. I started off with one on a site that had a dorky name - - but it wasn't all that nice to look at and I was HTML-illiterate so I didn't really have the tools to create something I'd prefer to look at. (Though I could have learned if I really wanted to.) And besides, what did it matter when it was just the words that mattered? I'd moved here awhile back. And it's quiet here. Nobody comments....
