I like that some people typed these expressions into Google and found my diary:

“cum all over your feet”

“ask a girl go steady”

“tease men beg go away”

“james spader fuck”

“women cheated and fucked stories”

“Barbara Streisand is full of shit”

“Hooters in Hagerstown MD”

“I want to move to Israel”

“like to insert my penis”

“tattoos of devils”

“ONLY DATE BLACK MEN”

“ridalin snort”

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Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it yet.

I’m flying to Philadelphia, but taking the train to Maryland. I don’t think I could fly after this Philadelphia one, especially while The United States keeps

I spied an unidentifiable bug in here a little while ago, went to get something to kill it and it disappeared. Perhap

There’s a bit of room here in Sloc

As I grow more tired of watching a television and getting back into the sit-up machine and the weights and the books I might be able to feel normal again. Right now I feel like I have no short term memory, no ability to finish senten

Now Louis Armstrong plays on the playlist. I made one. So far, 300 or so songs from Satchmo to Aerosmith to (I DON’T WANT TE ADVERTIS

Bad News Bears is on the TV, I may watch this for a few before retiring to a sweaty hot bed – fuck sumir already. I want snow. I love snow, the color white and grey. I want bleak streets and short days and long nights. I want to run into the house. I don’t want to lazily make my way in here tired and cranky and smelling of nothing. The winter is so much better than this fucking season. I fucking despise it after a week. I don’t want anything to do with it, or else yo

Cher, I mean Chet talked to you about the car, I think it’s time for you to was it you that did that?

I got a good amount of work done in the office today. More this afternoon I mean. Tomorrow I can finally start doing the reviews of the employees. The new guy continues to fuck up on a daily basis now. He has about a week to pass his probation. Umm, yeah. Marijua

Last night I watched that Jarmusch film Stranger Than Paradise or whatever it’s called with John Lurie. Nothing really happens, but it’s a great

HOW MANY DUDES IN DENIM SHIRT?

HOW MANY WOMEN WANTS A DRINK A TASTE OF ALCOHOLS!

WHO DOES YOUR HAIR?

WHO DOES YOUR

LET ME SEE YOUR HAND

I SMASH HANDS WITH GIANT PISTOL TRANDACULAR BISHOPS

LET ME SEE THE BOTTOM OF YOUR HAND NOW

LET YOU LIVE?

THIS CAN’S HAPPEN IN SALERYVILLE

I FUCK HIS FATHER AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT IS CENTAUR

I NEVER GO TO DELAWARE AGAIN. THIS ON RECORD NOW. IN WRITING LIKE. THAT’S

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