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Bandm
| Posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 10:42 am: |
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HER DIARY: Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird . We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep --I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster. HIS DIARY: My Bike wouldn't start today, but at least I got laid. |
Cruisin
| Posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 10:52 am: |
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That is just too funny...and unfortunately too true! |
Paint_shaker
| Posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 11:29 am: |
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ROFLMAO!!!!! |
Cityxslicker
| Posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 12:19 pm: |
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A real guy wouldnt keep a diary.... He might Blog about it, but never a diary. |
Nillaice
| Posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 03:45 pm: |
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BLOG?! chicks blog guys 'forum' |
Haus
| Posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 04:04 pm: |
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the joke was real funny, but your guys responses are priceless!!! |
Cityxslicker
| Posted on Thursday, January 22, 2009 - 01:24 pm: |
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I concede to Nillaice, you are more correct. |
Skinstains
| Posted on Thursday, January 22, 2009 - 08:20 pm: |
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What's a diary...is that where the cows are ? |
Jlnance
| Posted on Friday, January 23, 2009 - 09:56 am: |
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Reminds me of this. I occasionally send this to women who are worried about their men. http://homepage.eircom.net/%257Eodyssey/Quotes/Mod ern_World/Dbr.html |
Oldog
| Posted on Friday, January 23, 2009 - 10:50 am: |
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LOL |
Ezblast
| Posted on Friday, January 23, 2009 - 11:06 am: |
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Very good! EZ |
Bandm
| Posted on Sunday, January 25, 2009 - 07:53 pm: |
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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary... 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary... Day 983 of my captivity... My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear in to their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now... |
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