Deb's Diary

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Dear Diary: As you know, this year had been a tough one for me. I've had a really difficult break up to deal with and then the rebound guy who picked the pieces of my broken heart up turned out to be married and I got butt slammed there too. I've not had any desire or...
Dear Diary. Every now and then I do something really stupid. I'm not talking about inadvertantly falling for married guys or risking my entire future with a job in radio, no. I'm talking really stupid. This story probably equals me hitchhiking in the wilderness when I was in...
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-...
Dear Diary. I went away for a little summer trip to New York this weekend and had the most amazing time. I saw the Yankees, laid on the beach in Connecticut, saw a great fireworks display, rode a bike all around Manhattan, and of course did a little shopping. I didn't want to...
Dear Diary: OK, prepare yourself, this one is not a happy one. It was exactly a year ago today that my beautiful friend Buster was taken from me. I had found Buster in the building site behind my house. He was a dirty, cold and hungry pit mix, of whom my boyfriend of the time...