Fiddle Faddle
17 January 2001
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Fiddle Faddle
17 January 2001
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8:28 PM: Mmmm, I remember that stuff, I think. Or am I thinking of Screaming Yellow Zonkers? But there I go dating myself again, which I really shouldn't do in public. Think of the children.
Let's see, what have I done today.... Oh, yes, I remember. Nothing. Nothing has worked, works, or will work. And when it does, it's just a clever ruse for some nefarious purpose or other. These peanuts are way too addictive, too. I don't want to have diabetes. I'd have to either get all healthy and crap, or get sick fast and die. Dang.
Why do they even bother with this Asscraft hearing? "Senator, do you promise not to eat any babies during your term as Attorney General?" "Senator, I swear that I will not dine on infant flesh at any time while I hold this sacred office." "Well that's good enough for me."
I've got to stop looking at Nerve. It's quite useless and only encourages bad habits like wishful thinking. It's getting to the point that I'm not sure I know what I would do if I did want to work.
9:59 PM: Heh. I just misread a phrase in a sentence as "a moon-drenched potato overlooking the sea." Sigh, isn't it romantical?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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