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August 27, 2004 - 9:53 am PASS ME THAT CHISEL, YOU OLD HARPIE.I�m really starting to enjoy this on-line diary thing. I like to write, and a few people seem to like reading what I write, and that�s neat-o. There�s something bothering me, though. I haven�t actually mentioned to John yet that I keep an on-line diary. However, I do intend to do so very soon before it gets to the point where it�s been going on so long that everyone knows about it but him and then there�s never a good time to bring it up. That would suck:
Me: Could I get a ride to the MARTA station? See what I mean? It could get complicated. I need to go ahead and tell him, but sometimes I�m more comfortable sharing my thoughts with complete strangers than I am with John and I�m not sure how he would feel knowing my thoughts are out there with complete strangers. We�ve never really had what you�d call an �open line of communication� and, in fact, we don�t ever really �speak to each other,� although I certainly wouldn�t mind if he were reading along. I mean, maybe he�d find out something interesting about me that would tip the scales in my favor over his wood shop. Or, maybe not. I could just end up making him really hurt and mad so that he goes postal and takes his hammer-drill to the station wagon. Or, more likely, mails me a dead trout with �TRAITOR� meticulously chiseled into its little scales with his expensive Japanese chisels. He never did like trout. Okay, this whole entry is getting completely out of hand in an over active imagination, worst-case scenario kind of way, but this diary isn�t really about John and his chiseled fish � not directly, anyway. It�s about me. So there. Nanny nanny boo boo. I�ll see you all at the signing in New York.
~Samantha
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