2-26-06 – LJ – Drake… Lament of a displaced Diary-Xer

After searching every link other displaced members of Diary-X offered up as ways to possibly retrieve at least some journal shit, I failed to resurrect even one entry of either this system or _ _. But, that’s not the worst part…

I realized a while ago that I had not printed out the chics’ journal when I was doing my project and printing out my shit. Unbelievable. I could kick my ass from here to Mars for neglecting to back up all the journals.

I thought all that had been lost from this place had been entries since last May. Wrong. All I have lost is since last May. The girls lost it all – all those years (they started journalling before me) of their thoughts, feelings, ups and downs, triumphs and tragedies, gripes and moans and groans, ramblings… Every single thing they wrote is gone.

To make matters worse – if that’s even possible – I have searched for two days now, trying to find a server similar to Diary-X for _ _ _ _ _, but have been totally unsuccessful in finding any server anything like D-X. Evidently, Diary-X was unique – which makes it even more of a shame that Stephen doesn’t “have the time” to re-build. At least some others with the computer knowledge appear to be stepping up to come up with something for us displaced D-Xers.

I could cry like a girl right now. Or beat somebody up. Or beat myself up. Or all of the above.

Drake

2-22-06 – LJ – Drake… I don’t know

I’m just not sure if I can go on living this life.

2-16-06 – LJ – Drake… Here goes nothing

I guess I’ll give it a go over here at LJ since it looks like its going to be a while before D-X gets back up. I hope everybody’s shit can be recovered. Especially mine. Yeah, I’m a selfish bastard. And _ _ _ _ _s so she can quit having panic attacks about it. Nah, I’m just kidding… mostly.

I heard that Stephen got enough donations to send the drive off to those fixer people. I didn’t get my donation in time for that, but I went ahead and donated $50 to the cause at D-X because I hope enough people keep donating so Stephen can get that computer he needs so badly after all.

I messed around with shit some, trying to personalize this journal a little. I feel all discombobulated. I miss my journal, where it feels like me. Perhaps, with time, this will feel like me too though. I did figure out how to get my wolf up anyway so go me.

Drake
5:10 p.m.