If everyone had a pirahna for a pet, would you want one too?
These false analogies are strange.
I can't quite hit something lately- somebody loves me. I love them. But I'm still awfully lonely.
Another boy has sex with me. I enjoy it. But I'm still awfully lonely.
What can I do? What do I really want? I need someting, but today I'm coming down from that mania that made me so sure before. Normality isn't fun, especially when I think it's dropping to depression. I hope these meds really do work.
I'm tired, but ca't sleep. Not nice.
Peter, Paul, and Mary are good singers.
Isn't Mary dead?
I'm horny, want more sex. Where's *** when you need him?
Ow, I've got a hangnail.
Why are they called that?
What am I doing right now?
Why the hell am I writing this?
Eh, who cares.
nobody's gonna read it.
Well, not true. I'm sure someone will.
Was that a dog?
I'm waiting for an E-Mail. Wait wait wait wait wait bleh.
I think I'm going to get some water.
Ew, hard water? That's not good.
That speakerphone is way too loud.
What would happen if everything I wrote came true? Wasn't there a book about that? Oh yeah, The Mayor's Tongue. Weird stuff.
Italian story. I liked the imagery. Grotesque.
They're singing a Bob sonng, haha
Grr, I'm really horny. No fair it's the middle of the day.
Why do they call them wingnuts? Oh, the shape.
I need to sell some of these books. I never read them.
Shang haid? Why do they call it that?
No One Mourns The Wickeeeeed! No one cries they won't return!
Well, off to chat with ***. No point typing my thoughts now.