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Saturday,
July 3rd, 1999:
Hey
Compy, another installment of my diary is here!! Control yourself
now, let me finish my entry before you roll your mouse at me ok!
So what has happened? Well let's start off by what happened
mid-week. The routine stuff, you know shower and shave...slight
mishap though, knicked myself. Yeah, no big deal...do like everyone else,
put pieces of tissue to stop the bleeding or else I'd pass out from lack
of blood. Oh yeah, streams of blood was gushing out, but that was
ok, a little tissue stops everything. So, put a little here...a
little there...somemore here...a touch over there...voila! Looked
in the mirror...yelled out "Good God Man!!"...yeah, I scared myself.
For a minute I thought I was looking at some sort of Egyptian mummy! or
Nash the Slash...they're both the same. NOTE TO SELF:
Seriously consider replacing Compy because he laughs too much at my
misfourtune. Ok Ok, so it wasn't that bad, but I could have
lost an eye you know! Then what would happen? I'd have to
use the internet blind, which isn't too bad since it's hard to find anything
worth looking at these days...or is it just me?
Ok,
what else...well did the Canada Day celebration thing, which was cool
aside from the on and off rain. Realized why I was booted out of
BSB, my singing wasn't so "hot". Now it's non-existant since I practically
blew out my vocal cords and now I sound like Nickstreet Boy...hehe. NOTE
TO SELF: You just opened up yourself to more slamming from
some people with that comment. Why do I always do this? I
must enjoy the abuse I get. NOTE TO SELF (part 2):
Take out some sort of life insurance...I hear Norwich Union is pretty
good because usually you get a phone call from some guy named "Patrick".
So
here I am, bad throat and all, can't speak either...what a shame, or so
I've been told just before the snickering begins.
Next
item of business, this guy comes up to me and says to me "man walks down
the street, says 'why am I soft in the middle'...", I just looked the
other way and kept on walking!! Not interested in why he's 'soft
in the middle'! Later realized he was singing a song, 'You Can Call
Me Al', which is a pretty good song by Paul Simon, just didn't register
with me at that moment. Glad I didn't make some kind of remark to
him and find out he wasn't singing but instead was hoping I could solve
his 'softness' problem...whatever that means...I'll leave it at that since
I dunno what the heck I'm saying right now.
Oh
yeah, just can't stop saying "Good God Man!!!" at everything! I
need help, but it's oh so funny when used right. Slowly phasing
out "Bloody Hell", but I just can't let it completely go. Another
favourite of mine was "Holy Hell", but that sounds corny now...people
look at me and wonder what psych ward I just came from. I just tell
them I'm from the "West Wing, room 5b". And for some reason they
say, "ohhhh, makes sense now". What do they mean by that??
NOTE TO SELF: Find out what it costs to stay in a psych
ward or at least to get a straight jacket...those would be cool to have.
Anything
else?...well there was the "cop" incident but I should leave that alone
since it was...well, you know! Right Compy? NOTE TO SELF:
Compy is alright, he agrees with me for once, now I don't have to actually
tell him that the cop incident was nothing more than a cop asking me to
make something for him. Glad I could proudly stand up to him and
say..."umm, ok".What's the deal anyways with these cops? Do
they think they rule the world or something? I mean, if I wanted
something made for myself to use at home, I would have to go buy the materials
to make it but not a cop. Oh Mr. Policeman, protect me and I will
give you free stuff...well he could just kiss my... NOTE TO SELF:
You made the damn thing for him and he went on his way so stop acting
like you stood up to him and told him off! Just be glad you didn't
tell him that what you made could actually act like a lightning rod in
a thunderstorm! I wonder where he is today after the pretty good
lightning we had...ha!
Looks
like a lot has happened in just one week, well it's only a drop in the
bucket...or as I saw at work, it could be a drop on the shoulder from
a pigeon...damn birds! How do you get rid of pigeons without having
to clean up the splatterings when using a rifle? I know it's cruel
to kill animals but pigeons aren't animals, they're just flying evilness!!
I think it was a pigeon that tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
NOTE TO SELF: Rewrite the bible to include the 'real'
events...who says Adam and Eve ate forbidden fruit? They actually
tried to watch a tennis match from Wimbledon but it kept on getting rained
out so they burned the TV set and...well, as they say, that's where the
phrase "TV is root of all evil" began! It was TV that got Adam and
Eve ejected from Eden and awarded a 10 minute misconduct and a game misconduct
for having a foot in the crease. NOTE TO SELF (part 2):
Do not start eating Oreo cookies like someone I know!!
Well
I think that's about it for this installment of...wait, that's how I ended
off one of my previous entries I think...yeah, I'm too lazy to scroll
down the page to if that's the case but it sure sounds familliar to me.
But who cares right? I mean it's only Compy reading this and he's
just a nobody. Sd fks wqqi daef k;loi 32rasd
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OK
OK OK....sheesh!! You try to make a joke and this is what I get!!
I try to say goodbye for now but NO, Compy had to change my sentence to
look like something written in Greek...speaking of Greek, hehe, what a
funny joke I heard...do I dare write it?? What the heck, you only
live once and if I get a bounty put on my head then no big loss if I die....yeah,
I knew you would agree to that one Compy! Ok the Greek joke...why
do the young Greek boys dress up in dresses?
Answer: Because the Greek men look for little boys to....well you
know the word that fits there...it rhymes with 'puck'. Hehe, ok
so maybe it sounds better out loud but hey, I had a good laugh.
GO LEAFS GO!! Wait, the season is over...crap, the season was too
SHORT!!!
Bye
now, I'm off to 99 Queen St. East!! (it's the mental hospital for
those that don't know).
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