Dear Diary,
I don't know what my sister ever saw in Ben Merkle. But I'm better than that. I like movies. I like to watch them. I don't mind nudity and sex. It doesn't bother me. I'm not tempted. I'm a little disappointed that more people aren't reading you. What's the point of baring my soul when nobody watches? I wish someone would interview me. Maybe if I talk about my favorite CDs, then people will start reading.
N.D. "P.P." Wilson
Posted by nddub at October 1, 2003 10:04 AMMr. Pudgey Pants,
I'm sorry for saying those things about you. I had just finished off a bag of Cool Ranch nacho chips and you know that Cool Ranch powder that collects at the bottom? Well I sort of lost control and poured it all right in my mouth and finished it off in one shot. Anyhow, you know what happens to me when I have too much MSG, and I went a little out of control. It was a mistake to log on right after a binge like that. I knew I would say something stupid. But I take it all back. And I would like to use this moment to formally welcome you to the Great Conversation. It's like a great big huge scholarly journal, but with no footnotes. Awesome! Actually, no it's more like that one day at school near the end of the year when classes are all cancelled because the new yearbook just came out and we all get to go around signing eachother's books and coming up with memorable sayings like "It was rad sittin' next to you in trig. Stay cool this Summer." Okay it's a mix between the two. What could be better?
You should bare last nights dinner instead of your soul, you'd get a lot more attention.
Posted by: Last Nights Dinner at October 1, 2003 01:54 PMWow. I mean most blogging never really rises above electronic farting, but you have really taken this to like a whole nother level. Really. I mean it. You been eating O's pancakes and stuff?
Posted by: godnoom.rd at October 2, 2003 08:37 PM