The Diary Room

Alrighty cb.

 

Alright, cb
Also, I take it this means no eviction from last week. I still have to send you my sock, too...

 

Dear Diary:

Found some Big League Chew bubble gum yesterday at a gas station somewhere in Northeast Texas. It looks to be making a comeback. The circle is complete.

 

It's Texas gum. That explains it.

 

Yay! Good to see you again.

 

Hey again, cb! I hope you're able to stay around for the entire game. Just wouldn't be the same without ya.

 

good to know, cb!

 

Yay! So, cb, when can I post outside the house? Should I just let you know what day?

 

Dear Diary:

I seem to have driven everyone else off. It must be my stink. I thought I just smelled natural and a little musky, but apparantly others think differently. What do they know with there unappreciative olfactory glands?

 

It's oh so quiet. Shhh. shhh.

Let's see, diary, what's in the news today. I haven't heard anything about Lee Iacoaca in a long time. But I like saying his last name. Iacoaca. Iacoaca. I don't think I'm spelling it right, but the only person who would ever care would probably be Lorne Green, and I think he's dead. Andy Griffith is still alive though. Raymond Burr is dead. Speaking of dead, I opened my front door yesterday, and this duck and about ten little chicks started freaking out. Apparantly they had been camping on my front porch. They waddled off into my neighbor's yard, but then I saw a grey fox take off with one of the little chicks in its mouth. I feel responsible. Or maybe I'll blame it on that damned Lee Iacoaca.

Now for a song:

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to post
And I'll be posting with myself (oh-oh-uh-oh)

Oh posting with myself (oh-oh-uh-oh)
Oh posting with myself (oh-oh-uh-oh)
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be posting with myself

That song was for you, Shaq.

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Don't look so surprised. You know with your great poetry like "Pass, Shoot, Dunk" that you would always have a special place in my heart. You're right beside Yossarian. Well, not right beside, more like behind and a little underneath, to the left. If I were to put it on a grid, Yossarian being at coordinates 0,0,0; you'd be at -2, -1, -3.

 

So...so...beautiful! :__

Poor little chickie. Ah well, so goes the great Circle of Life.

//cue Elton John music

 

Speaking of Elton John, I went to this store over the weekend called "Party City". And they had a whole row of hats that looked like Elton John's cheap cousin Melton, would wear.

But anyways, I mentioned a few weeks ago I was going to get a crazy straw, and I finally did. That place was crazy straw heaven. The had knukle crazy straws (actully they were Krazy straws), cups with built in krazy straws (I got a little margarita cup the straw went around and made a little palm tree shape at the top, and the mother of all krazy straws. I ended up getting a krazy straw so big, you could wrap it around the earth three times.

 

That there's a big Krazy Straw!

 

Wow cb, that's insane. A 19 hour day? I don't see how you do it. Props to you, man.

But a double eviction is kind of scary.

 

19 hour day? wow, well I don't think anyone's going to yell at you for missing it, cb

I agree, though, Kasey!

 

Eek! Me and my big enter button.

Double eviction frightens me.

 

Ah. Okay then. Thanks.

 

I'm going to donate some of my points to a little child in Africa named Ndogu.

 

He'll appreciate it, very much. I'm sure he'll love his new colors.

 

Dear Diary:

Will reminicsing today, I was reminded of an old rap song. If I may, let me lay down this smooth track from my memory:

Well I'm a deep sea gangsta'
Underwater pranksta'
Keepin' all the girl fish,
Dissin' all the shanksta's.
Because I blew your mind
And started to rhyme
Doesn't mean that we're cool
Cause you'll be back next time
With a hook and a line
So you can hook that by yourself
I'm telling you I'm down
I'll spin your boat around
Leave suckers lost in the bay
You wanna play?
I'll hook your line to a stingray.
Get out of here with your boat with a stick
Get out of line, I'll call my homey Moby Dick
I'm not thinking 'bout diein'
Fool! Stop trying to test me
People fish and don't catch me
And when you get home, say of course you missed
Just remember M.C. Blowfish!

Ha! And you don't stop. Uh oh, here comes that stupid shark again, I guess I'd better blow up. A-Hmmmmmmph!

 

Nice couch, man. We're looking to buy two reclining units as well.

 

cb hasn't logged in since 6/30. We're all alone. I don't know whether to throw a wild party or be scared and quake with fear in the corner.

 

6/30?

 

Yes. I'm scared. Hold me.

 

uh-oh.... what happened to Big Brother? Did mean scary Darth Real Life take him away?

(btw, so that's why there haven't been any day/week tasks so far)