I have kept a journal since the summer of 1989, sometimes in notebook form, most recently in digital. I still have one, it is online and private, I use the talk-to-text feature on my phone to dictate all the entries, and I never reread them. It is my therapist now, my brain clearing-house.
I recently dug around and found some old posts that were funny enough to revisit. Then, I did my best to build a post around them by finding somewhat related photos and videos.
[Nov. 17th, 2001|08:21 am]
This morning on my way to work, I drove over what I originally thought was a rolled up newspaper in the street, but right before it disappeared under my car, I realized that it was a prosthetic leg! Oh My God! I ran over someone’s fake leg. Can you believe that? How the fcuk does that happen?
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