Title: The Journal
Series: Stargate Atlantis
Theme: General/Romance/Mystery
Characters: Main Cast of SGA
Rating/Warning: PG-13/Mild Language
Summary: Many leave simple messages, gossip, jokes, songs and stories. But some leave their innermost secrets.
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Journal Entries
Okay, so I'm confused. Exactly how many men can one woman juggle? Especially, when one is a ridiculously handsome, testosterone oozing tree of muscles and the other one is….well….not. What gives? Claim the lion or throw him back to the pack. There are plenty of felines here who would love to get there claws in him. Honey, make up your mind.
I closing my mouth, but keeping my eyes wide open.
Hush
Riddle Answer: Grapefruit
A joke:
A man goes to the doctor for his yearly physical. Before he leaves that doctor gives him a small jar.
"Fill this container with a sperm sample and come back to see me again in one week."
Exactly one week later the man returns to the doctor's office and hands the physician an empty jar. Before the doctor can ask, the man begans to explain.
"Now Doc, I know you told me to bring back a sample and I tried, I really did. I started with my right hand and then I tried with my left. When that wouldn't work my wife tried with her right hand and then her left as well. Hell, I even had my neighbor to give it a try."
The doctor's eyebrows rose.
"Your neighbor?"
The man nodded.
"We kept at it for hours at a time, sometimes going late into the night. We tried and tried and tried, but no matter what we did, we just couldn't get that damned lid off the jar."
LOL! In the mean time…..
Clear Your Dirty Mind
A friend once told me that writing was good for the soul. That at times, it can be just as good as therapy. She said that some things, some experiences are just too painful to be spoken aloud and that that's okay. That it takes time to find the proper way to express certain deep emotions and that sometimes the journey of finding your outlet, is just as important as the end result.
My friend is gone. She was but one of the many candles that briefly lit the way through this journey I call life. I miss her. I miss our talks. I miss her wisdom. And yet, I know that she is with me. It was her voice in my head that planted the seed that grew into this journal and for that I thank her.
This journal has helped me through a very painful experience. It, along with a few very close friends, has helped me to remember that I am not alone, nor do I grieve alone. I can only hope that in some way this journal has helped you too.
teal
