tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23836962011-05-09T13:39:49.392-04:00My Life ...Happyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00652080774417816415noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383696.post-81941942001-12-26T00:32:00.000-05:002001-12-26T00:32:15.160-05:00HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HACKED? <br />NEWR04LYFE CALL ME TO FIX IT 914-576-4513<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383696-8194194?l=how.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Happyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00652080774417816415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383696.post-23851552001-02-15T11:08:00.000-05:002001-02-15T11:15:19.636-05:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog_edit.pyra?blogid=2383696">blogger.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383696-2385155?l=how.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Happyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00652080774417816415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383696.post-23837662001-02-15T08:53:00.000-05:002001-02-15T08:59:54.573-05:00On Thursday, February 8, 2001 I saw 2 lines for the first time ...<br /><br />I was 99.9% sure I could never get pregnant ... I had been stupid so many times and had unprotected sex ... and when i say "so many times" my ex and i spent 3 years of having sex without birth control ... David and I spent a month and a half and I got pregnant ...<br /><br />i went back and forth trying to decide what i wanted to do ... but i knew deep down inside ... i don't want a baby now ...<br /><br />so on February 24, 2001 at 7 AM ... that is what is going to happen ... i will become unpregnant ... <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383696-2383766?l=how.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Happyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00652080774417816415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2383696.post-23837252001-02-15T08:48:00.000-05:002001-02-15T08:55:33.053-05:00For the last 3 years I have kept a journal religiously ... I finally meet a guy ... I have something to write about ... and I stop ... why do I do that ... aren't these the things I want to remember ... why did I write so much when my life was boring ... <br /><br />so today I start again ... may not be the best time ... life is freaky weird right now ... but I need this ... I need to write ... i need to express myself ... i need to get all this out ...<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2383696-2383725?l=how.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Happyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00652080774417816415noreply@blogger.com