This, that and the other...aka journal writing.

I have found it. I have located the mother of all black mail...my journal from high school (junior/senior year) and college. Seriously, I know this is just all kinds of crazy, but I mentioned last names too along the way so that I wouldn't forget where I have been and who I went with. Some people even have the honor of having their full name in there. Rock on. Ok, my point?? I was talking to an ex-boyfriend and I asked him how in the world we met. Neither of us knew and I got out the ole journal and while I didn't put that specific in there I did mention we saw Clueless in the theatre. Supreme-ness. Goes to show that if I know you and you have any kind of meaning to me you are probably in the book. Feel free to read them...when I am dead and gone.

I didn't write all the really good stuff though, as in all my high school antics and whatnot. Apparently if I saw you everyday it wasn't worth writing about? Wish I had written it down but oh well...I can start now (though in my defense I have tons of pics and other little momentos from various times).

The one thing that is giving me closure is that I took the time to write about my relationship with another ex that has just recently passed away. How not cool is that?? I thought it was a complete joke when I got the e-mail from a common friend. No joke though...I have seen the obit. He was only 33 and just died of a "sudden illness". I have no idea what that means, but all the same he is gone. I am glad to have journals, even if they become the demise of my reputation after death, as they remind me of good times, great people and feelings I totally forgot about.