101. I'm doing what I love most in the world and. In my pocket i've got a sucker and my passport and a bit of paper and a pencil (b). I like it when I didn't expect what happens next and i don't like when I am afraid of what is going to happen next. Sometimes I think about how gorgeous it is to be alive, especially when I am being just me and then I start making movies in my head, stories in my feet, and food in my shoulders. It goes on like this for a while until the next thing happens of course.
I'm a boy, young and happy.

102. I'm doing quite well, thank you!. In my pocket i've got (I had to look) money and a reciept. I like feeling well again and i don't likebeing in agony. Sometimes I think about writing, and sometimes sex.
Other times I am just so plugged
into working, for I am editing my
journals, that my whole focus
is on words and their placement.

This last week I have been reading
journals of other women, and
today I came on line to look
for journals. Three years
ago I did this, and I found
little. This afternoon, my search
engine found me over three
hundred. Unfortunatly, most
of these people cannot craft
a well written anything.

I like this sapce you have created
and feel comfortable here. :)
I'm a girl, old and happy.

103. I'm doing my best to keep calm. In my pocket i've got guilt, remorse, a bit of sense, a lot of wulp and a baby's arm holding an apple. I like my daughter and i don't like moron juice. Sometimes I think about stein falling out of the window.
I'm a boy, not sure how old i am and sad.

104. I'm doing just fine thank you. In my pocket i've got the whole world, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, or a fraction thereof and that's the way (uh huh uh huh) i like it (uh huh uh huh). I like to think I'm as good as anyone else and i don't like people who think they are better than anyone else. Sometimes I think about he fact that in a very large number of years the sun will go supernova and everything we know and are will be flashfried out of existence and absolutely none of this (or anything for that matter) will make any difference whatsoever... I think about this whenever I sense that I'm letting my emotions get the better of me, which helps give me a sense of perspective on whatever it is that's bugging me so I don't take it so seriously. Life is much too important to be taken seriously, you know.
I'm a boy, young and happy.

105. I'm doing stoned things like writing this. In my pocket i've got a little bit of weed from your country and a pic of my dog. I like you and i don't like those who say the same thing i say. Sometimes I think about going to jamaica and become rastafari!!!
this is for you
---------{--@
(it is suposed to be a flower)

I'm a boy, young am and happy.

106.I'm doing a fair amount of staring out the window. In my pocket i've got Keys and Fluff. I like Saturdays and i don't like Sundays. Sometimes I think about The randomness of snow.
I'm a boy, not sure how old i am and feel uncertain.

107.I'm doing things with mt ears&eyes. In my pocket i've got the rests of the money I had and love is something. I like to experience with the onces I love and i don't like hate, violence, selfishness (ofzo). Sometimes I think about leaving, changing, dreaming, wanting, belonging, leaving, trying, doing, loving, holdong, saying.... telling
I'm a boy, not sure how old i am and sad.

108.I'm doing things with mt ears&eyes. In my pocket i've got the rests of the money I had and love is something. I like to experience with the onces I love and i don't like hate, violence, selfishness (ofzo). Sometimes I think about leaving, changing, dreaming, wanting, belonging, leaving, trying, doing, loving, holdong, saying.... telling
I'm a boy, not sure how old i am and sad.

109.I'm doing all those unimportant things we pull over our eyes instead of facing the truth. In my pocket i've got dreams and ambitions, carefully locked away beneath a facade called necessary evils. I have lost the key, and I grope blindly for it through my other pockets. I like to think that this condition is temporary, but I have been here too long to believe that. I reaalize now that the right time will not come. Waiting for the right time is one of the refuges of a timid mind. Sometimes I think about the wonderful diversity of creation. When I do briefly open my eyes I am amazed at its beauty. It is interesting, I think, that in such a world, where such vibrancy and wonder exist, that we choose to live lives of such pallor and despair.
The slow, toxic torture we subject the world to is just a physical manifestation of the tortures we hold for ourselves in our minds. Many of us live lives of quiet desperation, hoping vainly for something to come into our lives to make them worthwhile. We crawl helplessly through the desert, chasing one mirage after another on cracked, bleeding knees, to eventually reach the end of our strength and collapse, unmoving, in the sand. All because we were too blind to see the oasis we were standing in at the start of our journey.
I am not at the end of my strength, though I do not know how much I have left. I hope I will be strong enough to make my way back to the oasis. I could really use a drink.
I'm a boy, old and sad.

110.I'm doing a lot of things I like a lot... In my pocket i've got hankerchieve (?), a lighter... and some coins... guess what I am? (oh no...that answer is coming up...).. I like to sailing, surfing (the Web), watching (and making) news and i don't like lyers and speeders. Sometimes I think about quitting this Western, luxurious world, but then...
I am happy (oops another answer's coming up!) as it is... and not used to
big changes either :-)
I'm a boy, young and happy.