"You're very healthy; why did you come here?" asked Dr. Lin.
"Well, I hadn't had a check-up in five years," I answered, "So I figured I ought to make sure my body parts are all still working."
"You're very healthy; why did you come here?" asked Dr. Lin.
"Well, I hadn't had a check-up in five years," I answered, "So I figured I ought to make sure my body parts are all still working."
Sometimes people tell me that I should forget it and move on with life. Well, I don't want to forget it.
I have pictures of the World Trade Center's Memorial up on my desk at work. It's two bright shining lights stand tall among the Heavens, like two majestic sentinels watching over the countless brave heroes that lost their lives there.
I should alert my neighbors. Something dangerous is going on. Innocents could be hurt.
I'm talking about me in front of a—gasp—stove, cooking. Attempting to cook, rather.
"Do you want another drink?"
Kristina smiled. "I'll take another one of these," she said, tapping her empty glass. "These were gooooood."
You think I reveal too much in these rambles? Compared to some other sites, I'm a closed book.
Take online journals, for instance. Online Journallers write full daily entries about their lives, just as they would in a paper-bound journal. Sometimes they name they people they interact with, other times they use pseudonyms. As journals generally contain a lot of private information, so do these online journals. "I had an enema with today. Second time this week. Boy was it messy." Come to think of it, maybe they all use pseudonyms, otherwise there would be some plenty embarrassed people out there.