Welcome to Plume's superfantastic extraordinary megabrilliant 1000th entry!

Woooooh!

Okay, I spent all my money on the fireworks so there are no drinks, no food, no funny party hats and no balloons. In fact I think they're coming to take the TV away any second, so enjoy the party while you can.

Not much of a celebration after all. A few months ago I looked at my profile and saw that I was inching towards 1000 entries. And I thought to myself "ooh I must make something special out of that, I have plenty of time to prepare". So I started reading through my older entries to get quotes and highlights and stuff like that. After about 50 entries I said to myself, I said "nuts to that". That really should tell you something. I can't be bothered reading my old entries. I still don't understand why anyone reads this at all. But I do appreciate it. Quite a lot. I have met a lot of beautiful people on diaryland. It makes me sad a little too. All the people that I lost along the way. Makes me angry at myself for being so bad at keeping friends. Looking at the earliest guestbook pages. All the people I've lost touch with. The whole plume thing started because I lost touch with Corrie. Her diary was one of the very first I found and I started talking to her and we started happycouple as a joke. She was a great friend, the first I really related to in a bigger way on the net. And then, as it's happened several times for me, we drifted apart. And consumed with bitterness I started Plume to let out my frustrations. And the rest is history.

And lots of memories good and bad. Mr General Confusion who may or may not be my evil twin Rorshaq. He was last seen heading in to the Amazonas. I wonder if he'll ever come back. I wonder if I won the fight against green ketchup. Okay, I'll stop. Nobody likes a clip show.

I wonder if I'm going to have a 2000th entry too. I'm not planning on leaving anytime soon. I would like to be able to look back. In 5 years. Sitting down with Skye. Looking at the old entries. From lonely bitterness. To freaking out because she told me she loves me. To her finding it. My "secret" diary. And then the time when I formally introduced her after not really writing much about her for a long time. And then our trip. And wherever it goes from here. Although I probably still won't want to read all my old entries hehe.

I couldn't live without my Plume. Sometimes I'm more Plume than Lasse. Sometimes I'm just schizophrenic. In a nice Hollywood excentric way of course.

1000 Plume entries. 500 dailysp. 200-300 happycouple, plumepics and plumepoetry. Diaryland is my home away from home. I just wish Andrew would get the check thing sorted out so I could pay back a little.

But that's about it. One thousand later, life is so different now. From bitterness to hope. Loneliness to love. And a big thank you to everyone who's followed me along the way. From the beginning or the middle or last Tuesday. Thank you all. And this entry is dedicated to Skye of course. My symbol of hope. I was listening to an r.e.m. concert last night and You Are The Everything came on. And made me think of her. So let's close with that.

I think about this world a lot and I cry
And I've seen the films and the eyes
But I'm in this kitchen
Everything is beautiful
And she is so beautiful
She is so young and old
I look at her and I see the beauty
Of the light of music
The voices talking somewhere in the house
Late spring and you're drifting off to sleep
With your teeth in your mouth
You are here with me
You are here with me
You have been here and you are everything

That's it. See you tomorrow for #1001.

np: DI-Rect - inside my head