Karen's 11th Birthday Party(1959)
Karen,Halloween,1959
Karen,Halloween,1960
sat.,feb.06,1999 6:29pm(ET) El Barrio,New England
I guess I was try to jump ahead of my learning curve,as
usual.Trying to go from Angelfire's basic editor to advanced
editor in just a week. Oh well, I got my HTML to load the
backround color successfully,but that was a basic cut and
paste job. I'm getting a little
geeked out.
At least,I got it together to take my 5:00pm pillz at 6:30pm,
within the critical two hour tardiness window. I sent out a
ton of emails/filled out feedback forms/signed guestbooks re:
my non-kitty links.Reptar gave me the weekend off,but I was
slaving away this morning getting banners and buttons to link on her page .No broken links-ta dah! But I still haven't
figure out all the purrfectionist details. But it's a look.
Definately.
That's enuf 4 now. See you all later.
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mon.,feb.08,1999 2:08am El Barrio,New England
Thank you all who wrote me by email or in the guestbook(especially the guestbook-it and the blasted counters are two
of my main obsessions about this site).I agreed with Angelfire
and theA
Stray Cat No More Webring(which Reptar is now an official member-Congratulations,Reptar) not to use foul language. So how about fowl language? That peacocking son-of-
a-vulture! Talk about clueless, I finally clued in to my
chemically strange brain what keep on rocking me baby means,twenty-two years after I heard it the first time.Maybe
there's some hope in my trip to fifty,should I make it that
far.
Let's see...What else did I want to say?Yes.Dancing at Mother's
Cafe with The Red Barn unit of the funny farm,The Country Place,in the foothills of the Berkshires. The Red Barn was the
"more depressive unit",we only had to work two hours instead
of four hours that the residents of The Main House had to do every
day. The ratty old van took us Red Barnies everywhere. The
junior staff,who lived on site, liked to dance. So we cut up
that dance floor. We put everyone else to shame. Give us a
little cake, some coca cola,let us smoke some cigarettes,we be fine. I drew in little sketchbooks,wrote poetry in notebooks,I survived.I learned to live away from home.College
was more of a nightmare at times than the funny farm.Such
unfathomable loneliness and lostness. Wandering around that
beautiful campus wondering why I was there and considered weird and to be avoided. I was very popular in high school,
always telling jokes,silly stories,and imitating
accents and lots of theatrics. Something happened,I still
don't know what or why. I guess I'll close,for now. Take care,
you all.
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I gotta get out of this page!
back to home page
bearybipolar's diary page four(the art of a lady with BPD,Borderline Personality Disorder-amazing stuff!)
bearybipolar's diary page six(long walk clears the mind)
Reptar and bearybipolar's guestbook(add yourself to this dynamite bunch of people)
Laughing Aliens!
