friendster is no joke the scariest place on the Earth now. so many scandalous faces.
Don't look at me, I almost said to this dude.
Well don't. Now I hate everything everything everything everything everything I type into this damn gosh-forsaken blog. Now It's fucked. fucked. fucked. fucked. fucked. fucked. Maybe if people think I am crazy enough they will stop reading it.
Walked through the Easthampton cemetary. Someone was named "Goodenough" ... Many 20 year old mothers from the 1800's. Had the urge to have a Maiden name suddenly; on legal documents I would like to write: née: Devine and a funeral plot with my good solid husband; So many good years we had together, me and Hal,
why is that the first name I could conjure?, I fell in love with my man in a heartbeat; our first son died of Typhillus though. Buried him on Easter Sunday our little one. I was never the same and good Hal knew it; We tried to have another but. Thank the Lord we were blessed with good neighbors and a community; and a church on the corner every day I prayed there, even in the days after Hal passed on, he died of pneumonia after the bitter winter of 1903, my dear Halliston. I never loved again.