Deb's Diary

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Dear Diary: Often times I find myself complaining to you that things just aren't right with the world. For example, recently, I've had to have numerous rabies shots and my dog has almost eaten the entire wooden gate off my back garden fence. But today, I've got to tell you about...
Dear Diary, We are officially on the count down to infectious disease (# 2 for 2007) eradication. As you know, I more than likely don't have the Rabies, but I am going to voluntarily subject myself to the painful course of injections tomorrow, just in case. Although Jason thinks...
Dear Diary, Now that I'm getting on a bit, a lot of my friends are having children. In fact, I was out recently on a friend's birthday, and it was I who was in the minority as a childless, barren wombed singleton. As the conversation is prone to do when you're in a large group...
Dear Diary: So I'm 33 now. It's not like I've ever really dreaded getting older or anything, I suppose I've just always accepted that it's inevitable, albeit begrudgingly. I don't really think I'm all that bothered about some of the things that come with the acceptance of...
Dear Diary: I am so excited about something, that I can barely contain myself. I've been dreaming of this day since I was a little girl. I've been primping and preparing myself physically, and mentally, for what could be the beigest and best night of my life. No, I am not going...
Dear Diary, There is something weird going on with my mail. You already know from the TB letter problem that I don't check the mail as often as I should, so it probably doesn't surprise you that I am getting somebody else's mail and have been for quite a long time now - at least...
Dear Diary: I am really upset about something, and I want to take a stand. This Michael Vick guy has had me up at night, thinking about all the bad things I want to do to him (not like all the "bad" things I want to do to Jake Gylennhaal or anything, but like really bad things...
Dear Diary: My fight is so close now, that I can almost smell it. certainly feel it - right in the kisser. On Saturday, while I was sparring with this professional lady boxer, I got punched so hard, square in the face that I almost cried. And I'm not joking when I say this, I...
Dear Diary; There's something wrong with me. It's not the TB, not the almost drowning this weekend, or even that I'm always poor. Basically, I'm broken inside. I'm not complaining about not getting any dates or anything like that, because that's not the case. I went out with J-...