mint toothpicks make the world go 'round
2000-07-18 - 03:26:05
Sir#1: What is that?
Sir#2: A toothpick. Individually wrapped, for her comfort.
I realized the other day that a majority of my clothes were made in sweatshops, under the hand of the evil US industries. It's kinda hypocritical of me, but...why is there a cop car outside my window?
Anyways, I have found that certain people that read this diary want to put me in their pocket and walk off with me�he's just sitting there...what are the police upto?
So I went downtown last night, with Jessica (my over-personified trench coat). Just walked down at midnight to get a Coke outta the machine. I guess I'm sorta addicted to Coke, but isn't everybody?...why are the cops watching me?!?
I started reading Uncle Bob's diary yesterday, and found it very amusing. He is an amazing writer, and good thing too, or else he would be out of a job. But go check him out at (unclebob.diaryland.com)...damn cops, they freak me out...
Anyways, I've been getting more paranoid lately. The real reason why I went outta the house last night, in my sweatshop-made clothes, was to get outta the house. I was hearing voices, and not like on-the-street voices either. They sounded closer, like just inside the front door. But I went for a walk, and it was nice and misty outside, and I felt better. Then I went to bed with my Grateful Dead Bear, listening to System Of A Down.
For those who are interested, my bear's name is Esau, and he smells...very green. I'm sure some of you know what I mean.
I would also like to clarify something: I do not believe in god. But you many have noticed that I say things like 'god bless the Lady Bug Princess'. When I say this, I do so with a lower-case 'g', and make no reference to an actual god. Thank you.
Sidenote: god bless Uncle Bob.
Further Sidenote: If you like Uncle Bob LOTS, join the Uncle Bob Rawks Club...(http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/unclebobrawks)
