(diaryland) December 23, 2001 - 12:30 a.m.

Dude, I had the best day today. Yesterday, too. I saw my friends, met new people, got gifts and talked up a lot of crap. I even won a blasted board game, man. That never happens. But as soon as I got home tonight, I felt really lonely. I farted stinkily a lot, too. That's a problem. A stinky problem.

I'M GODDAMN FUCKING LONELY? WHY?!?!?!?!

Don't worry. It's no reflection on you.

Next thing you know, I'll start to get moody and pierce my nipples.