These are the diaries written by Catherine Clay. I know this site is out of date but that's part of its charm since I designed it in 1999. If you have permissions you can navigate this mess but I have to do this one day at a time. It's not easy being a one woman tornado with too much going on to make everything work the way it should. I'm a Kentucky blue blood with roots going back to Jamestown.
I've published my first book titled "Dear Demented Diary Vol. I Life Cycles" telling about my experiences as a Kentucky blue blood living in the modern age.
I did what my mother couldn't but always wanted to do. Write books.She was and forever be my #1 inspiration.
My second is my son. Even though we are estranged, as I am with all my family, he is still the reason I live and breathe and almost died over several times just to bring him life and try to enrich his. I never thought I could be a mother. I didn't really want to be the BEST MoMA EVVVVVEEERRR but he made me one. It breaks my heart how things have transpired in our lives. I had the best 15 years of my life with him and the hardest ones since he ran away.
I love him more than life. I was willing to give up my own to birth him. I never *imagined* I could be that person to anyone but am so grateful I was... am?
I got lazy and didn't feel like codine in HTML anymore which was the worst mistake of my life because I devoted 20 years to a POS platform that ended up cock blocking me and taking away the first fundamental right we have as Americans. The freedom of speech but because I said someing doing stand-up that disturbed people (a joke about fisting) my account was deleted. But I know it wasn't because of the violation and the longetivity of my fucking Facebook.
I really don't understand how my material was so offensive when you compare to the rape culture that vulture has let fly on his platforms... platforms I was the architect of because without this diary you wouldn't see Facebook as it is today.
You can see the bones for yourself.
Anyways... I hope you really enjoy hearing about the dawing of the internet age by seeing the work I've put into it.
If you would be so kind as to send me some bucks I'd greatly appreciate it so I can produce more conted in the same vain that I've done for internet centuries.
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