thediastema's Diaryland Diary
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Mawkish crapola. Dig in.
The concept for this entry, like so many of my attempts at humour, was ripped off blatantly from Heidi. She's a much better artist, though, and in her cartoons, pineapples get laid.
With that said...
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Getting over Yuppieis not easy ...
In fact, at a time when nobody I know (least of all myself) can go ten minutes without dropping his name, it's sort of like trying to doggie-paddle in a pool of quicksand. With killer bees swarming about my head. And maybe a four-tonne anvil securely duct-taped to my ass ...
Apparently I am not the only one having difficulties. In addition to the theatregoing public and about five gay guys from Dinah's party last night ...
... Dimples is still thinking about him. A whole bunch ...
... Whether this allotment of airtime in her brain extends to cover the two or three times a day she gets it on with Pelican remains to be seen ...
... but it's noticeable. It's eminently noticeable.
I don't know what to do.
~ETK
"God I feel like a wanker. I really need to do some work. Weirdly, I don't care. You know when something's important, and really needs attending to but it's a billion times easier to just not do it? Apparently character is definable as what you do when nobody's looking. In which case, then, the essence of my being is to sleep all day and then eat some pizza." --Ian
19:42 - 19 January, 2003
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