If everyone had a pirahna for a pet, would you want one too?

Not really.

These false analogies are strange.

I can't quite hit something lately- somebody loves me. I love them. But I'm still awfully lonely.

Another boy has sex with me. I enjoy it. But I'm still awfully lonely.

What can I do? What do I really want? I need someting, but today I'm coming down from that mania that made me so sure before. Normality isn't fun, especially when I think it's dropping to depression. I hope these meds really do work.

I'm tired, but ca't sleep. Not nice.

Peter, Paul, and Mary are good singers.

Isn't Mary dead?

I'm horny, want more sex. Where's *** when you need him?

Ow, I've got a hangnail.

Why are they called that?

What am I doing right now?

Why the hell am I writing this?

Eh, who cares.

nobody's gonna read it.

Well, not true. I'm sure someone will.

Was that a dog?

Weird noise.

I'm waiting for an E-Mail. Wait wait wait wait wait bleh.

I think I'm going to get some water.

Ew, hard water? That's not good.

That speakerphone is way too loud.

What would happen if everything I wrote came true? Wasn't there a book about that? Oh yeah, The Mayor's Tongue. Weird stuff.

Italian story. I liked the imagery. Grotesque.

They're singing a Bob sonng, haha

Grr, I'm really horny. No fair it's the middle of the day.

Why do they call them wingnuts? Oh, the shape.

I need to sell some of these books. I never read them.

Shang haid? Why do they call it that?

No One Mourns The Wickeeeeed! No one cries they won't return!

Well, off to chat with ***. No point typing my thoughts now.