Ok so the website that makes the little poor quality 3 d movies is down. I was planning making a series of movies made of solely what we write in the meetings but it since it's a bit slow, I'll post the writtings here. First, I was making a movie out of this one when the website shut down on me.

So here's katie's: (which is awesome btw)

I remember the day I died, I’ve always been alive, before Tuesday that is, feeling on top of the world and in control. I have never thought of death until, Tuesday that is. I know what you are thinking: so you’re dead huh? Then how’re you writing this, ghostie? To tell you the truth, I don’t really know. One minute I’m crossing I-485 to retrieve my hat that flew out the car window, the next here I am, siting in front of a humming monitor and CPU, trying to figure out what had happened. And now it’s Thursday. I kind of want to find out who the jerk going seventy on the highway at one o’clock was, and since he doesn’t seem to be around, I’m left to wonder : what did I do wrong? A. Maybe that flask with the convinient bendy straw hanging on a cord around my neck wasn’t the best of ideas. I don’t want to say it, but before now (since this place is kind of void of any beverage, let alone Jack Daniels) I was a little bit of an alcoholic. And AA meetings are for chumps. B. I hate the speed limits. And I love that stretch of the highway where the cops avoid. C. My baseball caps are kind of important to me. May be running out through three lanes of traffic was not my best of ideas (sober or not). I try to think of the positive now that I’m two days out of life. No more work deadlines wooshing by. Don’t have to clean out Fluff’s littler box either- I wonder if that old lady next door will feed home whole I’m gone- I mean, now that I’m not so alive anymore. I try not remember the shiny front bumper of the SUV or the blaring horn ringing in my ears. Instead, I’ll just sit here and type type type away at my after -memoirs.