My Life in Words at Dear Diary
I do have to admit that finding DD in 2001 was no mistake. I was taking classes at our local college called Blackhawk Technical College. I have been a diarist since 2001, moved with DD, and continue to journal here on a daily and regular basis. At one time, however, I was not a paying customer, but today I am, and I do not regret paying $3.99 a month to have an account with DD. I have met some nice and awesome people on DD that we became friends on social media sites like Facebook and Instagram, and Twitter (X), and what else is on the airwaves of WWW (World Wide Web) is producing now-a-days, but no other diary online I have found better than DD. The reputation of DD is better than good, and being a diarist for 23 years with DD shows how the reputation is. The creator of DD is a genuinely nice person who has a job outside the home and takes time home after work to do what is necessary to keep DD up and running. With my health and being on dialysis, I am not working outside the home anymore even though I am 54 years old now. Oh, how cool would it be a developer of an internet site like Dear Diary and keep up with all the rules and regulations of a business like SB does to run DD. All the hard work goes to Steve, and I am forever grateful for this website called Dear Diary today. I have seen the changes since this the WWW has had DD — 25 years — now. I believe as well that I did not find DD by accident, too. So, welcome Dear Diary. I have a place I can call my permanent home residence because of you, and it is not a physical roof but a virtual roof over my head.