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Monday, August 23rd, 2004

Time:6:15 am.
Mood: cheerful.
gosh today is freaking awesome. no idea why. but i quite think fondly of sunflower seeds. and i hate nailpolish getting everywhere. and i found out that carpets are cool. everything is right on track to being awkwardly amazing! oh and wait..oh yeah im still a loser kid..
35 couldn't make me feel any less alone.

Sunday, August 15th, 2004

Subject:pathetic day
Time:2:06 pm.
Mood: lonely.
this song sucks. reminds me that im alone. why cant i have an only one? gosh...i kind of miss someone...well not a certain someone but having a someone. ive got this huge knot in my stomach because of this stupid song. aaaaaaah this stupid achey feeling! crap...am i crying? oh no wait im yawning.but still..it was a sad yawn...
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this song sucks. reminds me that im alone. why cant i have an only one? gosh...i kind of miss someone...well not a certain someone but <b>having</b> a someone. ive got this huge knot in my stomach because of this stupid song. aaaaaaah this stupid achey feeling! crap...am i crying? oh no wait im yawning.but still..it was a sad yawn...
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well atleast joel will still make me feel pretty. lol
66 couldn't make me feel any less alone.

Saturday, August 14th, 2004

Subject:she's lifting her dress up
Time:12:43 pm.
Mood: awake..enough.
agh! so early! gosh headache. so after being attacked by my freaky eyed cat i dragged my ass out of bed and i guess i left msn on because i had a good 12 messages. thats a good way to lose friends, ignoring them..but hey i found donuts so thats a plus. listening to this song is so kick ass. ha oh god i just tried swinging my head back and forth like the guitarist does in the music video and sadly i tried eating a donut at the same time. i have hair in my mouth and powdered sugar on my face. gosh. this morning SUCKS!
19 couldn't make me feel any less alone.

Friday, August 13th, 2004

Subject:Her Story
Time:8:44 pm.
Mood: mad at my pencil and hair.
i sat curling my hair on a pencil but it jabbed in my eye. i could only read her comment with half of my face. it still burns. i'll figure her name
9 couldn't make me feel any less alone.

Time:7:52 pm.
Mood: productive.
Story: Salad Fingers
"Hello, hello. Today I've been enjoying the pleasures of nettles."Salad Fingers said petting a twig of nettles. His hand had bumpy red sores on his 3 green long fingers. He walked a bit through the forest and came across a baby carriage. Though this he did not know.
"Oh, what is this rather queer looking contraption?? You can be called..uh..Nettle Carrier."He stated and placed the twig of nettles into the carrier.
"There you go."He cooed to the nettles. Salad Fingers strolled off through the forest to his house pushing the nettle carrier home.

From within the forest the angry BBQer named Harry*** looked upon the scene of nettle loving and he growled out of his disgusting mouth, connected to his misshapen head and his right eye bulged to an enormous shocking state. He ran after Salad Fingers. Finding a dark cabin in an opening he roared and charged. Harry*** peeked inside through the broken window.

Salad Fingers sat in his dark cabin in the corner without his shirt on. He had the nettles in his hand and he brought it up to his exposed nipple and rubbed. He let out a squeal of pleasure. His irritated nipple turned red instantly and a drop of milk squeezed out.
"Oh, It seems nettles have made the milk drop out from inside my teat."He exlaimed.

Harry*** yelled furiously and his right eye bulged even more red veins spidering his orb. He banged his head, for he had no arms, against the door hard.

Inside Salad Fingers petted the nettles once more.
"The nettles make me think happy times."He sighed and his memories led to a time where he sat with his friend under a hairdryer. "Oh, bubble trumps!"He giggled.

Harry*** had beaten his forhead raw and he died outside the door.

Salad Fingers opened the door and discovered Harry***'s corpse.
"Oh, hello. You've picked a rather late hour to be visiting me. Have you got a name?" Salad Fingers greeted. Harry*** did not move or talk. "I think you're called Milford Cubicle. Why don't you come in. You can have a sit down and rest those weary legs."
Harry*** did not move or talk. "I can give you a hand if you are feeling fatigued." Salad Fingers grabbed onto one of Harry***'s legs and pulled him inside. Harry*** left a trail of blood on the ground from the huge chunk beaten in his head.

Salad Fingers placed Harry*** on a hook protruding from the wall.
"Milford Cubicle, is that comfortable?" He asked. Harry*** did not move or talk. Salad Fingers played his flute a wonderful cheerful jig. "I say, would you like a warm glass of milk Milford Cubicle?"

END
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Subject:good morning bed, good morning world, good morning hand, good morning squirrel
Time:11:16 am.
Mood: amused.
^^^thats my poem. yeah inspiration hit me when i woke up. i hit my head on the dresser.
2 couldn't make me feel any less alone.

Thursday, August 12th, 2004

Subject:slurpee =>so chill
Time:11:19 pm.
Mood: high on life.
lalala spider and fly lalala spider and fly lalala (the kickn tunes) so tonight is pretty much.........yeah pretty much that. a whole load of excitement!!! damn i found tape on my towel. gosh. i need some friends, to take the tape off. to get my back, make sure i DONT get tape on me. thats just frickin rude. "its not just butter henry, its glow in the dark butter!!!" come on im their spokesperson! i have to say that. "oh no the lights went out, thank goodness we have the butter to light to the way!!" oh my goodness. i'll update later
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