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It's a nice cool, clear day. A person should eat a good, hardy breakfast
and post some daily thoughts and plans.
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Dear Diary, today I ate a large quantity of blue berries. Someone told me
if you eat enough of them you gain the ability to fly.
Dear Diary,
This morning, I was attempting to consume my RDA of mindless television when a commercial came on and I blacked out. When I came to, I had wrecked the dinette set, beaten up the potted ferns, and finished off the last 5 stale candy canes. Also, I now have an intense craving for Fruity Oaty Bars.
Pillbug {tears out diary page and eats it}
Dear Diary,
Augh, I am so hungry all the time. Except looking at ramen or bologna makes my stomach rumble queasily. I definitely want a hunk of sharp cheddar cheese right now. I hope this homemade chicken noodle soup I'm making will make my ill papa gob feel better and not send him to the "Dr. Nick Riviera's Discount Cleric-ish Center."
Also, I definitely want to impale a random pilot with a grappling hook... dunno why, just a weird violent compulsion. Maybe that's the hunger talking.
Pillbug {tears out diary page and eats it}
Dear Diary, today for B. i had choco-berries cereal.
Dear Diary,
Dad really enjoyed the chicken noodle soup, and made non-specific threats to anyone who considers eating the leftovers before he gets them.
Also, I may be obsessed with the idea of a Miley's Interposing Twerk spell.
Pillbug {tears out diary page and eats it}
Well, if breakfast is Hardy enough, maybe a bunch of mystery books will be named after it, or it will become famous as the author of depressing classics such as Tess of the D'Urbervilles. On the other hand, if it's a hearty breakfast, maybe it will do you some actual good. *Goes off in search of large amounts of fresh meat*
I think Grand Magus keeps Tom Hardy and the Hardy Boyz wrestlers chained up wearing rings of regeneration, and harvests the neverending-supply of long pork.
[fangy/grin] I'll take Tom Hardy for however much he's going for, Alex.
Dear Diary,
I ate at Jack-in-the-Box. The Slaadlings got a hold of the secret toy surprise, then chaos ensued.
That's my babies! Woot!
Dear Memoirs of a Harem Girl,
On New Year's Day I invented an amazing breakfast, namely:
1) Grilled bacon
2) Omelette
3) Grilled bacon placed in omelette
4) Wrap 1 placed on top of omelette
5) Wrap two placed underneath omelette
6) Whole thing placed in gob of not at all hung over elf and eaten.
Then I got the Hardy Boys confused with a diiifferent bunch of adventurous young men in all-weather rubber gear and was very disappointed.
Dear Diary,
I am afraid I am going to have nightmares about being buried in a never-ending avalanche of wondrous items tonight. Or a never-ending Bruce Vilanch... I get those too mixed up all the time.
Still could be worse... could be manacled to Kathy Griffin. I'd set a SuperStar record for fastest gnawing my own hand off.
Pillbug {prints out voting page and eats it}
Now thta's something I would like to see.., drunk
Breakfast was several mouthfuls of popcorn purloined from Crazy's bag at the movie. Lunch was a Starbucks mocha. *Sniffs PT's diary hopefully*