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2002-04-23 - 3:15 p.m. If it weren't for a certain whiner and a certain nagger (yes, nagger, it's not a typo for a racial slur that would be wholly innapropriate anyway), this diary would be dead. So you have them to thank for your pain. Send them ears of corn. Prehistoric valley counter, alimony Bob. What's it with Comedy Central and obscure Robin Williams movies? I love it! Robin Williams and Whoopi Goldberg are two of my weaknesses. No one should ever name their daughter Tina. Then again, no one should ever name their son Tina, either. I hate beef stew. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it. Walkin' along in the Mission in the rain. When it comes to other names you don't give kids, there are the obvious ones of Taylor, Tiffany, Madison, Brittany, Lindsay, Amber, Jennifer (not that it's a bad name, just that there's too many of them), and I could go on and on, but this is really boring. I would be a lousy caterer. I would eat all the food. I want a hat with lots of little musical instruments on it. My throat hurts. Make it stop hurting. That's an order. I have makeup on my desk. God help me. Oh, I didn't mean it was, you know, applied to the desk, just that the things of makeup were sitting on the desk. Just felt the need to clear that up. No, silly propaganda, I won't join the army. I like living, thanks, and I don't like killing civilians. I want to rent UHF and watch it with my Bubba. I think she'll love it. She's a very intelligent, well-read, friendly, talkative, warped woman. Wow, that sounds like someone I know. Hmm. I need to get dressed in 20 minutes. I woke up at 2:00 and it's nearly four. Missing the day is hmmm. Hit the road Jack, and bring me back some cheese fries.
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