Dear Friends,

I have kind of a weird question. I know everyone is gonna look at this email with a raised eyebrow but, it was a question that came up at work and I thought I would share it with all of you.

Did George Washington smoke marijuana?

I may not be sure on this but, I don't think it was illegal back then? I am almost positive the indians did. They smoked pretty much anything that grew out of the ground. But, let's think about it no one really deemed it as wrong in that time so who knows who was smoking pot back then. The lunchroom discussion over this question transformed into a debate soon after. We as a group (when I say group I mean a warehouse full of people that look like the cast members to Fragal Rock) discussed what thoughts exactly lead to the forbidance of marijuana. I, not knowing if I was right whatsoever, said that maybe it was because marijuana....as harmless
physically as it is.....can and will control the life of someone who is too weak to control their own. We agreed that that be a good reason but, then we took it furthermore as I do in this letter.

Think about how many things can control our lives if we aren't weak enough to handle it. Now go one more and imagine if these things were illegal.

Could you imagine being arrested for being overweight? How about being charged with the possesion and intent to distribute chocolate? Let's face it there are a million things in this world...legal and illegal...that can take your life away from you without you even knowing it.

It's at times like this when I like to think about my life and ask the question, "Am I in the driver seat?"

"Or, am I just along for the ride?"

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

You know what?

(I hear the voice of 33 differant people responding with a roll of the eyes..."What")

Certain situations in life are weird. There are so many differant people out there that I meet a day share one brief moment with and then never speak to again. I find myself in one of those moments right now. I sit at a computer...at the public library directly across from a girl about my age. She has dark hair, brown eyes and perfect teeth. The reason I know this is because as I sat down we exchanged a smile. But, that is where it will end. In a few minutes I will get up and leave. Or maybe she will finish her work and leave first. Who ever ends this split second that we sit and dwell upon each other...with what ever attitude we have towards one or
another....chances are we will never see each other again. Our paths will never cross. I sit in my chair wondering her age as she sits probably dreaming up a lifestyle that more than likely doesn't resemble mine in any way shape or form. Somewhere between a minute and three, both aching with the suspence of having to know if the other is interested we both look up again and simaltaniously catch each other stealing one more glance. One more glance of the girl/guy that we will never know if any type of advancement would come. Whether I have a girlfriend or she is married we still find ourselves in this brief moment. Far from justification and rules. The brief moment that our mind argues over questions like, "Should I say something?" and "I wonder if she likes hockey?"

But as I said...it's a BRIEF moment. You come. You sit. You gawk. Then you leave. That is the way the game is played. It happens 1000 times a day. Each one of those moments I let pass in and out of my life like they are Flintstone Vitamins. But, today. Today I had a new thought. A thought that might be viewed upon as somewhat irrational. But, hey. I am an irrational guy.

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

P.S. Her name is Ashley.

Dear Friends,

Ok. I have to vent my frustrations for a minute (no suprise). I went to Burger King for lunch today and was flabbergasted (I have always wanted to use that word). There in front of my was a sign that said, "Cheese flavored fries...25 cents." I said to myself, "Self....Burger King has just come up with the greatest idea in Fast Food history." So I ordered some "Cheese" fries and upon recieving my food...to my dismay...I was given regular fries, something that resembled a Macaroni and Cheese packet and a paper bag. At first I thought it was a childish prank until I read the directions on the bag.

Cheese Flavored Fries.

If you are guessing that they didn't quite taste fanatical you are probably not the weakest link (that was cheesy...more cheesy than those fries though). So since I was a itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow poka-dot ba-PISSED OFF...I decided to write Burger King a little memo.

Dear Burger King,

I noticed that you guys are getting a little desperate. Being an ex-Burger King employee I understand the all-encompassing "McShadow" that has plagued your existence. But, it is no reason to go off the deep end. Chicken Whopper? Now isn't this so called "Chicken Whopper" really just a BK Broiler with a few more McToppings? Come on guys....your starting to McBuckle under the pressure. Don't think that by passing off a few unoriginal ideas that you can joop us into dropping an obscene amount of money on food that doesn't even taste McGood. My way right away is to go back to doing the things you do good. And you can King Size that.

Sincerely,

Anthony Doria



Ah. Now I feel McBetter. :o)

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

So there's this dog named Max. I am not gonna really go into the details of Max's life because well they aren't important. (And also I wouldn't want to say something that is not true and stir up controversy. You all know Max. You all have your own oppinions of Max) So anyway, Max is walking along the road one day and he meats a Rat named Fred. Fred needed some food and asked Max if he would give him some. Although Max only had a limited supply Max agreed because Fred said he would pay him back in a week. One week later Fred fled the city with out paying Max back the food. So Max strived on. He kept smiling and kept walking...as Max does. One day Max went to go get some more food from his food dish and it was gone. Max found out that his friend Laura the elephant had taken it and wouldn't give if back. Max, foodless, smiled and kept on walking...as Max does. Trying to scrounge up
some food from the streets Max stumbles upon another dog. This older dog named Sam, promised Max some food at the end of the week. So Max waited patiently for some food but, at the end of the week he was left with nothing. At this point, everyone in neighborhood didn't like Max anymore. They all thought he was a mangy (sp?) old street dog that nobody should care about because all he did was complain about them. But, that's not how it was at all. See, over the years Max was given food by many differant
humans...all of which he greatly appreciated. The only people he was upset with was Fred the Rat....Laura the Elephant and of course Sam the older Dog. But, at this point in Max's life...it didn't matter. Everyone had excommunicated him out of there lifes because of some sort of preconceived notion that he hated them first.

Well, Max is hungry now. And lonely out there on the streets. But, I received a letter from him just a few days ago (written in dog-language of course)(yah...I can read dog....can't everyone?) The note said said:

Dear everyone,

I just wanted to let the following people know that I forgive them for wrongs they may or may not have consciously or unconsciously bestowed upon me.

Fred the Rat
Laura the Elephant
Sam the Older Dog

And furthermore, I wish everyone that was and still continues to be a friend to me the best in there lives because they have all made me feel special in a way.

As for me. In light of my new circumstances. I am gonna do the only thing I know how to do....keep smiling and keep walking.....as Max does.

I love you all

Woof

Dear Friends,

I have this knack for "creating" holidays (May 17th is national "Come Out of the Closet" Day. It was a day designed for...you know who...to join hands and celebrate and stuff. Our luck it would end up like a elephant line or something. I will give you a minute on that one)

Anyway

Today February 18th will now be a new Holiday. It's called the "I'm Still Alive" day. See most of you don't know but, "Dear Friends" was started because one day I was bored and I wasn't receiving emails from anyone. I sent them but, they didn't return them. So I figured if I started writing cool little columns about retarded thoughts (God Knows I have a bunch) maybe I would get a few replies. You all know how well that worked...heh heh.....So in the past couple of weeks everyone has been...how you would
say...caught up in their positively perfect lives. Not that that is bad....I just miss you all. So Today has now been ordained as "I am still Alive" Day. Today it is your job to email me and anyone else you haven't talked to in a while (Friends, Family, Babies Mom)(That was a really bad joke). You don't have to say much. Just send an email entitled...."I'm Still Alive" and I will be more than happy with it. Until next time Friends....

And

Happy "I'm Still Alive" Day

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

So. Where ya been? Huh? You think you can just dissapear for a while and then suddenly show up when you feel like it? Do you know what you put us through? We are staying up late. Wondering if you are laying in a sewer ditch. You know there are people that care about you, the least you can do is update them. We are not asking for a long drawn out letter. We are just asking you to drop a note once in a while. After all, we enjoy your company. When you do something like this we feel like you don't want to be
around us? I hope that is not how you feel. That is the way we feel? We feel like you just gave up on us. Well, if you didn't then good. But, if you did give up....if you truely gave up just remember.....we DID NOT give up on you. We never will. No matter what you do. We still care about you. We miss you. You don't realize how much you mean to us. I know we might not show it all the time but, you get older and lives slowly move in differant directions. But, trust us when we say....we still think of you from time to time. Wondering if your dreams are coming true because we know you are too stubborn to let them go. That is not a bad thing. Sometimes we wish we could think like you. You don't know what you mean to us. You really don't. I hope someday you realize how important you really are in our lives. But, enough chastizing. We forgive you...just send us a letter everyonce in a while. Or give us a ring. you know? Alright? Ok, well you take care now and we hope to see you soon. We love you.

*With all your permission I would like to send that letter from all of you....to all of me. :o)*

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

There is this guys. Let's call him Josh. (No not that Josh....what's funny is, that phrase pertains to atleast five of you). Anyway, this Josh is special (I told you it wasn't your Josh). He is one of those people that when he dies people will talk about him. They will learn valued tools of life by studying his actions. His triumphts. His tribulations. See Josh looked at the world in a very differant way. Differant than anyone else that he lived with. For that, (as usual) he got crapped on for looking this way. Everyone said stuff like, "What is this guy's deal? Why is he not following the rules. Why is he being a rebel? Why does he do those things?"

"Those Things" were simple. Love, friendship, encouragement, confidence. He was the guy that was proud of you when you succeeded and helped you cry when you failed. He listened to everyone's problems. He just sat and listened. Josh's friends would go on and on and on about every life-struggle and Josh humbly opened his ear and smiled. He offered so much to make others happy. Some say he offered too much sometimes. See Josh had a dream. The dream was simple. His dream was to "Never Stop Dreaming." Everyday he let his thoughts float to the world that would be....as long as he never stopped hoping that it would come true. Despite popular belief, Josh knew his dream would become reality because it takes a child to dream...but it takes a man to chase that dream. Just as Josh became a man...he never stopped chasing. He never let go of his dream. All his elders dissapointedly looked down on him. They mischieviously decieved him. He turned to his friends only to find no help. So much help he had given out...yet he got none in return. Then everyone turned on him. They chastised him for being so "silly" and "immature" for choosing to chase his dream. To continue to think for himself and do what he felt he had been created to do. They all said, "It can't be done. Turn back now and come to your senses."

But then,

He did it.

He created his dream. He became his destiny. In one moment he turned from Josh, the ignorant youth, to Josh, the pioneer. Suddenly belief structures are being constructed diriving from his thoughts and ideas. People are blessing him instead of mocking him. Everyone wants to help him now but, more importantly everyone wants more of him. But, that's not how it should be.

See the point of this letter is....Out of all the important crap that plagues our minds each day....we always remember those "pioneers" that helped us get here. But, what we should realize is that as bad as we think our lives suck.....Jesus...er...I mean...Josh's life probably sucked worse. Why...because he went through the same stuff we did. The lonliness...the saddness...the depression...the dissapointment....Everything. The part that sucks though is....he had to deal with it all on his own. No one thought that he might be hurting behind that helpful smile.

I think this is a good time to find that person that is always there for you. To cry on, to make you laugh, to help you out, to save your butt or simply to Forgive you when you both know he/she shouldn't have. Find that person for me and tell them...."Thanks Josh"

Love you guys,

Antny

Dear Friends,

(Note: Regarding the last letter...Jennifer White has now become my new crush for the simple fact that she actually sent an email back voting. Hopefully this proves two points...Point 1: Jennifer White is NOT a snobby famous person....and #B I GOT A CHANCE!!!)

Memorial Day. A day to reflect on those who lost their lives fighting for this country. Bet you didn't know that. I sure didn't. Nope. It took me a whole day of bordem to figure out why the hell everything was closed and no one was out in town today. It was only when I finally came to my conclusion that I decided that I would take you on a brain-storming trip through my my own warped little mind. I first decided to search the community for hopes of a sign or a revelation on why this day was celebrated. It wasn't for people who work hard for a living-that's Labor Day (Although as all you teenagers know Labor Day just means you have to pull a double shift at the burger joint) Then I thought well it's for War Veterens? No Dice Cheeno that's Veteren's Day. So I thought what is a Memorial? Like the Washington Monument? Mount Rushmore? Statue of Liberty? These are Memorials. We are taking the day off to celebrate
these? I mean not only are we braking a commandment by worshiping a man-made idol but, more importantly, most of our Memorials were built by French Guys! So I can't get my mail today because I have to celebrate a Gigantic Statue of a French Guy's Mother? I knew this couldn't be the case because in essence the closest French people are Canadians and wouldn't they just be laughing their...um...uh.."boots" off if we didn't work today for them. So I looked for a differant answer. Maybe Memorial Day was like one
of those Holidays that doesn't actually mean anything.....like Columbus Day. It was Chris Rock that said, "Nobody celebrates Columbus Day. No puts, like, Three ships in their yard." Very true and yet we hold a special day out of the year for a man who discovered the West Indies? The West Indies? What happened to good ole Americo Vespuci? Why didn't he get a day? Was
his last name to hard to pronounce or something? I don't think that was the case. No, I think when the idea of a Holiday first came up a long time ago they were just aching for reasons to have one. I'm serious. I also think if we just discovered the idea of creating a National holiday this year...America would have some interesting holidays. We would have days like....Beenie Baby Day....Superbowl Day....The Baldwins Birthday would be like another Chanauka. We would also have more race-related days but,
everyone would wanna get in on the action. Dominican Republicans Day. Greenlanders Day (they are always forgotten about). Uraguay Day (You get five points if you send back a Simpson's quote using Uraquay :o). Then there would have to be an Old People Day for some Psycho Reason. Like they don't get enough already. We continue to let them drive even though they are blind, can't eat solid foods and randomly relieve themselves without noticing. If some of them hadn't died for this coun......Hey! (And that's
when it hit me) People died for this country. People died so that I could sit in my house all day ranting and raving about how stupid a holiday created for them is. Boy I feel like an ass.

Love you guys

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

Hello everybody. First of before I get started today I would just like to thank Joe....biil..um Billing..ton....yah...Joe Billington for winning the Scavenger Hunt. (here is a hint: There is no Joe Billington. Aparrently Nobody likes me anymore :o)

Joe did an excellant job in capturing every item except for the date with Kerri Maxwell which consequently brings me to the subject of this letter. I have come to a stump. A wall. A decided point if you will. For the last 6 and a half years I have been madly in love with Kerri Maxwell. I tried desperately to get a date with her over the course of this time but failed miserably every attempt. This has become somewhat of a little (little?) joke that runs through my life but the day has come to decide whether this joke will continue on or be buried. I, Anthony Doria, have developed a new Crush. The Person? Jennifer White, the d.j. of 105.7 the point. Now what can one do? Both women are hot, smart, hot, funny, hot, and most important both women will probably NEVER go out with me. But, which do I chose? I could have both but, then I quote Ross from friends when he says, "BOTH! I can't have two cats! Joey is the kinda guy that can have two cats." So I have decided to leave it up to my friends. Who will be my new Crush from this day forward. Kerri Maxwell? Or Jennifer White? Send me your answer (hopefully this one is not to complicated)

Love you guys,

Antny

Dear Friends,

Memorial Day. A day to reflect on those who lost their lives fighting for this country. Bet you didn't know that. I sure didn't. Nope. It took me a whole day of bordem to figure out why the hell everything was closed and no one was out in town today. It was only when I finally came to my conclusion that I decided that I would take you on a brain-storming trip through my my own warped little mind. I first decided to search the community for hopes of a sign or a revelation on why this day was celebrated. It wasn't for people who work hard for a living-that's Labor Day (Although as all you teenagers know Labor Day just means you have to pull a double shift at the burger joint) Then I thought well it's for War Veterens? No Dice Cheeno that's Veteren's Day. So I thought what is a Memorial? Like the Washington Monument? Mount Rushmore? Statue of Liberty? These are Memorials. We are taking the day off to celebrate
these? I mean not only are we braking a commandment by worshiping a man-made idol but, more importantly, most of our Memorials were built by French Guys! So I can't get my mail today because I have to celebrate a Gigantic Statue of a French Guy's Mother? I knew this couldn't be the case because in essence the closest French people are Canadians and wouldn't they just be laughing their...um...uh.."boots" off if we didn't work today for them. So I looked for a differant answer. Maybe Memorial Day was like one of those Holidays that doesn't actually mean anything.....like Columbus Day. It was Chris Rock that said, "Nobody celebrates Columbus Day. No puts, like, Three ships in their yard." Very true and yet we hold a special day out of the year for a man who discovered the West Indies? The West Indies? What happened to good ole Americo Vespuci? Why didn't he get a day? Was
his last name to hard to pronounce or something? I don't think that was the case. No, I think when the idea of a Holiday first came up a long time ago they were just aching for reasons to have one. I'm serious. I also think if we just discovered the idea of creating a National holiday this year...America would have some interesting holidays. We would have days like....Beenie Baby Day....Superbowl Day....The Baldwins Birthday would be like another Chanauka. We would also have more race-related days but,
everyone would wanna get in on the action. Dominican Republicans Day. Greenlanders Day (they are always forgotten about). Uraguay Day (You get five points if you send back a Simpson's quote using Uraquay :o). Then there would have to be an Old People Day for some Psycho Reason. Like they don't get enough already. We continue to let them drive even though they are blind, can't eat solid foods and randomly relieve themselves without noticing. If some of them hadn't died for this coun......Hey! (And that's
when it hit me) People died for this country. People died so that I could sit in my house all day ranting and raving about how stupid a holiday created for them is. Boy I feel like an ass.

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria
Love you guys

Dear Friends,

Hey Everyone. It's time once again for another Dear Friends. Just for the record by the way....the last dear friends, where I wrote about my problem with Scrappy, the Phone and my crayons? Well, it kinda has been taken care of. See Scrappy ran away before I could get home to see him. I guess I just can't take care of my pets huh?

Anyways, let's move on.

Life is a very strange thing. Well, for me it is anyway. See for a good 18 years of my life I lived to find one thing.....a girl. I figured if I found that everything else would just fall into place. But, I realized that's not true. I hit a huge wall in my life and it's the best wall I ever hit because it taught me to take control of my life and make my own decisions so I could be happy. It also taught me that the desires of my heart might not come exactly when I yearn for them or in the way I yearn for them. I just lost....again.....something I have yearned for ever since it became a possiblity for me. But, I spent a the last day thinking. Maybe it's just not time for it. Or maybe it's not even the best for me. My life has a certain path that will make me happy and complete, it's just up to me to keep myself on it. And it's up to me to realize what supplies I need during which spot I am at on my path. (If that didn't make sense forgive me It's 5:59am and I haven't gone to bed yet) Anyway, the point I probably am not even close to is, We humans are filled with desires that plague our minds and hearts through our whole life but, I think we should realize that though we may feel we need something just because we don't physically don't possess it doesn't mean it's not there and sometimes not having something (or someone) is best for us at certain times. Of course this theory isn't proven true when it comes to Kerri Maxwell (my high school crush) who after four long years I still didn't get a darn date with...:o) But, who knows maybe that was for the best too. Or maybe I don't know what the heck I am talking about because I just stayed up all night watching American History X for the first time (Excellent Movie by the way). In any case.....As my feelings, thoughts and emotions are jumbled inside my head I sit and try to clarify....relaxing with my guitar and playing Dave Mathews' #41. (Wow, I went deep with this one friends so If you think I am a crazy psycho send me back an email saying so....on the other hand if you can relate in some way with my feelings send me a message with this simple sentence and nothing else...."I know how you feel, man!")

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

Why am I from Pluto? The more and more people I meet on this planet the more and more people I realize I don't resemble. So where are the people like me? Where are the people that talk like me, think like me, act like me, are as short as me? Where are the guys that feel it is wrong to cheat on a women who you are committed to? Where are the people that would give up their coat to someone who is shivering regardless of what they looked like on the outside? Where are the people who don't have to have money to be happy. For that matter, where are those people who are happy when they give their money away? Where are the people that don't have to be seen or heard to feel famous? Where are the humble people? Where are the 21 year old Video Game Players? Where are the dreamers? Where are the people that try and accomplish it even though everyone said "It can't be done!" Where are the people that don't care if your too fat? Too skinny? Too Short? Too Tall? Where are the people that will walk across the hall to pick up that peice of trash even though they don't have too. Where are the real people? Where did all the fakes come from? Where are the people who listen without speaking? Where are the lovers. The Caring? The Understanding. Where are the people who will believe in you? Support you? Where are all the fighters? Where are the people who will stand up against all odds? Where are the people who won't sit down at the first sight of confrontation? Where are the people who think about you even though it by doing so won't better their lives as much as it would yours. Where is the creativity? Where is the "I taught myself?" Where is the "I don't care what other people think?" Where is the....?


Where are the......?


Where?



Where did YOU go. Cause us Pluto-ians miss ya....

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

I lost a contact during Hockey Practice Thursday. Two days later I lost the other one. The problem with this is I was with out a ready back-up supply. Anyway, the point I am slowly developing to is this...I couldn't see anything.

Especially, in Walmart. I thought to my self in my blind haze, "If a good-looking girl walks by...I won't notice." That's when I went into a day dream. In this day dream, there was this world, so differant from ours. I nicknamed it Bizarro World because everything seemed to be backwards. Short, scrawny high-pitched boys were the popular type as well as overweight women. The reason
for this was because society didn't make rash decisions, using physical attractions as their only basis. Men and Women both thought brain first, body second. I know all the men out there don't believe this world exists or they atleast couldn't live in it but, you would be amazed at how well everything worked out. The absence of lust and envy was apparent as people actually had meaningfull conversations with each other and got to know one another. My hallucination of the Perfect World was disrupted when I realized I was staring at the same spot on the wall for atleast 15 minutes and 7-9 of those minutes my friends were making fun of me. I continued on with my day but, couldn't help to wonder if the world will ever come close to Bizarro world. What do you guysthink?

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

In this latest letter, I am gonna get a bit serious. I know for some of you it is hard to believe that I can become serious but, there have been occasions. Anyway, I am gonna talk about an eye-opener that I recently had and hope that or those of you that aren't associated with what I am about to tell you, will be suprised as well. When I went to highschool there were many certantities. Always expect the princepal to wear his Mickey Mouse outfit the first day of school. Never assume that the taller, very good-looking girl is fanatically in love with you and not her football player boyfriend (I guess that one just relates to me) But, the most important rule in High School was, "When in Doubt, all Band People are Dorks!"

Now band and ex-band members, don't chastise me yet. I have learned the error of my ways. But, I have to admit if you had an
instrument you were geeky. I believed this tragedy up until my senior year. At that time I had become friends with most of the Band Members and realized they were not non-social as I put them out to be. But, still the Band. Something just did not sit with me. The stories that I had been told and situations I had witnessed had proved to me that Band was nothing for me to get mixed up in. Then it happened. A couple of my bestfriends talked me into going to a Band marching contest. I went expecting the worst and was
introduced to one of my biggest life regrets. See, it wasn't that they played music, or had to wear the goofy costumes and attire. It was the togetherness that each and every band member shared. It was that touch of magic that made graduated band members come back home and jump at the chance to go on just one more "Band trip." It was the love that was shown by each band member as they sat in silence together waiting for the label they had worked so hard to achieve. Excellence. I, in my life, had never experienced what each teenager experienced that day. Along with the Major "Foot in my mouth" feeling it caused an epiphany of my own to draw up. I'll never forget it. So to all you who deliver harsh words upon those who carry instruments, I beg you not. To all those who carry or have carried those instruments, I hope you accept my deepest apologies.

Love you guys,

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

There is a mystery afoot ("it's not my feet, I just washed them")(small Mel brooks joke)(very small).

Anyways, This mystery spans accross six states. Each of you is a suspect. No one will be able to leave this email until the truth comes out. That's right you are all stuck here. (unless of course you just deleted this message.......gee....I didn't think about that)
So what is the crime? Simple. You love me. See my body and brain is like a motor vehicle. It needs fuel and regular check-ups to run properly. This "fuel" is made up of many differant ingrediants but, the basis of the formula is love. Now when I say love, it's a certain kind of love. Let's take a moment to go through all the 'love's shall we:

Possesion love--"I love my new CD"

Puppy Dog love--the best example of this love is in ninth grade when I wrote "I love Kerri" all over the school bus seat.......did I just admit that.....?

High School love--"C'mon baby" "No" "But, I LOVE you?"

Zach n Kelly love--also known as "Saved by the Bell" love. This is the love where you meet a girl in High school and compete with a successful wrestler to win her heart. You do only to lose her when you go to college but, then you catch up with her again and have a one-hour long Marriage episode.......Then she poses for playboy.

And finally, Friendship love. This love is the best kind because if your CD breaks...it's still there. If you don't have sex....it's still there....if your girlfriend moves to 90210 it's still there. And most importantly if you try to get a date for six years straight only to fail
miserably.....survey says?

So back to the mystery. It seems one of you love me. I am not gonna name any names...but, the culprit apparently thought of me recently. Whether it was a hockey game, Dave Mathews song, Adam Sandler movie, or if you are Jennifer White and you want to know who the crazy kid is that keeps sending you emails.....one of you thought of me at some point here in the past couple of days. Now it may be more than just one of you. I would be suprised if we have a conspiracy going on here. But, if the person or persons responsible wants to fess up now....I won't go TOO hard on ya. I will just leave you with one thing......With the actions you have
taken.......you have my day...."Positively Perfect" Thank You.

I love you guys. (love as in Friendship Love) :o)

Anthony Doria

Dear Friends,

Have you ever been in a postition where everything you want is miles and miles away from each other. Let's say you want:

A Sports Illustrated Football Phone
A Dog Named Scrappy
And Your Favorite Box of 1001 Crayola Crayons

The problem is, you don't have enough money for the Phone, and you have to leave the dog at home so you can go find the crayons. I know that doesn't make any sense to you guys (and girls) but, you have to let me finish. See, I came into a point in my life almost about 2 years ago when I decided to start thinking for myself and making myself happy. Ever Since that time-period I started discovering things in life that I needed to acheive this before-mentioned happiness. But, now I have come to the horrific Fork in the Road. Scrappy is sitting at home missing me but, I can go home to see him until I find my Darn Crayola Crayons! What is Scrappy desides he doesn't want me anymore? Do I give up on the Crayons to win Scrappy back? How could I give up the Crayons! Of Course if I had the Sports Illustrated Phone I could Call Scrappy but, #1 I can't afford it and #2 Scrappy is a Dog and I am starting to sound like a lunatic. To wrap things up friends...I am depressed and confused and all I want is my Phone, Crayons, and my little Doggie...

If anyone could give me any advice or report me to an insane assylum...please do.

Love you guys,

Anthony

Dear Friends...

Well, alot has happened in the past couple of weeks and I assume you are all wondering why I am not running my mouth about it. Well, the truth is....I couldn't get to a computer. So here is what I say....

1) I have a hurt in my heart for the thousands that lost their life last week.
2) I have a bigger hurt in my heart for all the people that lost their life trying to save the lives of others.
3) For those responsible, I have one thing to say. It's something that was said to me this pass year when my ex-girlfriend and I decided to move in together. We took a trip back to her house to pick up her stuff and so I could have a "Heart to Heart" with her father. (Trust me, I brought six pairs of underwear in fear that I would soil the other five) Her Father said a lot of things that day. Some were very well-thought out, while others didn't really make too much sense. But, one thing stuck out in my mind and I will forever remember (probably use on my daughter's boyfriend) He looked at me with great seriousness and said, "If you hurt her, the world is not big enough for you to hide from me. I WILL find you." So to conclude. For the responsible, you laugh now....but, you should know. The world is not big enough for you to hide. We WILL find you.

Love you all...

Antny

P.S. Lisa is great for letting me use her computer. :o)

Dear Friends,

I am not a usual guy. I have never cheated on a girlfriend. Ever. I know that some of you might find that hard to believe but, past girlfriends who receive this letter will vouch for me. I am mr. Commitment. I guess it's because for the longest time I have always wanted someone. I have always wanted to share my life with that certain someone. That has in fact scared EVERY girl that I have been involved with off (again past girlfriends....you agree right?) Anyway, the point that I am getting to (cause there is always a point) is Today, I didn't want a girlfriend. I didn't want to be committed. I didn't want that certain someone. I have come to a point in my life where I uncertain of who to share my life with as a partner. I listened to a Dave Mathew's Song today called, "Say Goodbye." It is an awesome song about Experiencing love with your friend for just one night and then the next day go back to being friends. For the first time in my life I want that. I want to be free. I want to be able to rise above the normal game of "Find-a-GF and see how long you can keep her" and come onto a new playing feild. My life shouldn't revolve around a person. A girl. No offense to any girls out there but, you gals are the most indecisive people on the planet why should I be revolving my life around you. It's my life. (isn't that a song? A gay one at that. No offense to any gay people or any Bon Jovi fans) See for as long as I could remember there have always been
crutches in my life. I did my best to get rid of a lot of them early. But, this one was always the one that snuck in. And I think today is it's day to finally die. So here he is the New Crutchless Anthony (no matter which way I look at it, It look's like I just typed "Crotchless"). Love you guys.....

Love you guys,

Antny