Dear Diary
16 September 1998
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Dear Diary
16 September 1998
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2:10 PM: Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants. Ants in pants.
2:43: Doesn't 10:30 AM seem awful early to you to stop serving breakfast? McDonalds needs to recognize the concept of "brunch". Heck, there's a whole new marketing angle in there. Have I mentioned that I left the house before 10? Have I mentioned that I seem to be doing nothing but pissing people off left and right?
And you - stop reading this. Yes, you. You can mess about when your assignments have all been turned in. Now scoot.
3:53: Gummi bears!!! Gummi worms!!! I Love Snack Lady! Sugar is an important part of today's information-based economy. As are refried beans. And napkins, yikes.
6:28 Speaking of napkins. Well, mental ones. Mi gosh, we have a new arrival on the floor, of past acquaintance and lengthy charms, and my heart is flippitiflopping. I think my office crush has a rival. Somehow, though, I am betting this will not be a source of distress in their lives. Just how these times are, I guess, hard-boiled, hard-bitten survivors, that's what we all have to be, yep. "Hard-bitten". What a peculiar phrase. "1 : inclined to bite hard" (Merriam-Webster 1998). From 1794 too. Colonial noir?
7:04: Damn, I get to go home soon. Early. Books. Mmm. Movie? Naah. Some people say that this is not a very reflective journal. They may have a point. The problem with relections is that it's so easy to get lost in all the shiny parts. And it's certainly easier to just zip over here and skim off whatever's floating on top of my brain than to actually think about what I'm going to say. I mean, geez.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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