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Name: Tyler
Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas, United States
Birthday: 5/9/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: photography, music, art, skateboarding, journalism, poetry, tattoos, piercings, advertising, your little sister, books and magazines, computers, strawberries, worn-in skate shoes, Taco Bell, spontaneity, vintage things, black hats, and the smell of matches.
Occupation: Recovery
Industry: Addiction/Alcoholism
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  istakebroad
Member Since:
6/5/2004
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| "If at first you don't succeed, you're running about average."
-Ovid
Nearly 3 months have passed since I have posted a blog. My life has taken
drastic turns, but now that some things are in hindsight I realize
they've changed for the better. A more structured way of living exists
and I just needed to discover it.
During my time away, I
did quite a bit of analyzing myself and maturing only to come to the
conclusion that I need a program which demands rigorous honesty. I'm
certain many of you have the faintest idea what I'm speaking of, but if
you do... you're probably a member or have someone in your family who
is. 
Several trials are coming up and it's imperative not to venture into
them with fear, if I do so I'm setting myself up for failure.
Been spending quite a bit of time with my camera, attempting to get
back into the habits of the way I once lived, with the exception of a
few things. 
Hopefully, I'll be able to keep updating more frequently. Until then... happy travels! | | |
| # of wrecks - 2
# of totaled cars - 2
# of D.W.I.'s - 2
# of weeks the wrecks/D.W.I.'s occurred in - 3
# of hours spent in a straight-jacket on lockdown - 72
# of days spent in a Psychiatric facility for depression - 4
Lesson learned?
Most definitely.
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| I've been exploring like a madman...
This day was far beyond exciting.
Oh, and I went to the Emergency Room last night... it's a little more comfortable than jail, but not much.
edit*
Has Xanga gone 6-feet under?
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| Over a year has passed since I've thoroughly glanced at my blogs.
Strange feelings sweep over you when stumbling across old memories, this Xanga for example ... especially if that person's recall isn't exactly one somebody would want to depend upon. Flipping through the pages, reading previous thoughts and feelings can add a weight to your conscience. Whether good or bad may spring from it... these posts are simply a way to keep
grasp of the previous path you've journeyed and quite possibly where you might be
heading.
This lack of participation pertaining to the updating of my blog sort of sickens me. If I'd have been more correspondent, maybe I wouldn't feel this way.
I'm making an attempt to change this.
Many parts of my life have taken sudden twists and turns... I'll be catching up (whether you're reading or not)
Starting today... I'm bringing Xanga back.
Who's with me?
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| I'm ready to be independent, once you get me a Hover Round power chair.
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