NOTE: Dear Diary . . . Part II was eaten by a Sasquatch and the diary gave the Sasquatch diarrhea.
Dear Diary . . .
Today I looked at my floor and wondered whether carpets stop floors from talking. If they do, then what would floors say if there were no carpets?
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Which is bigger, my mouth or my I.Q.?
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It rained today. Things got wet.
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Am I crazy? Yesterday I wondered whether I was crazy. Will I wonder whether I am crazy
tomorrow? Will the day come when I stop wondering and know whether I am crazy?
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I'm starting to believe that the Earth is flat. If not, then where are its boobs?
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It rained again today. Again things got wet. I'm starting to see a pattern.
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I cut my thumb today. I cut it while using my wit. It wasn't a very deep cut.
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Instead of the first day, is today the last day of the rest of my life?
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