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that cantaloupe is not rotten enough 2001-05-09 Firstly, I'm not mentally ill today. Secondly, someone found this diary through a porno Google search yesterday, and of course that makes me Very Happy. They searched for "real doll sex pictures", and I bet they were very disappointed when they got to here. Hahahahahaha! Someone also got here through a Google search for "flowbie". Not as good, but kind of funny. To me, at least. You know what I think is really funny? When people spell 'voila' as 'whalla'. I think that is one of the most endearing things Ever. Confession: I was born on November 15th and I've always thought of 11:15 (a.m. or p.m.) as Magic Time. How narcissitic is That?! Have you heard the new 7 Mary 3 song? To me it sounds like an ad--I don't know what for, but every time I hear it I think it's a commercial. For Pepsi maybe. This is not a ringing endorsement. Speaking of music, you know how I said I was obsessed by the Incubus Drive song? If you'd like to watch the video for it, you can go here. That Brandon is a 95 pound hunka hunka burning love. Here is something you may or may not have known: Cantaloupe tastes the best when the outside is nearly rotted. I have found that out through trial and error, and I thought I would pass it on to whoever might want to know. It's odd that that's the case, because it seems totally opposite to common sense, like "don't eat that cantaloupe--can't you see the outside is moldy?!" But no. Moldy outside=delicious inside. But don't blame me if you get the food poisoning, because I can't be responsible for whatever renegade molds might latch onto your cantaloupe. This is my cantaloupe disclaimer, and by reading it you have absolved me of any responsibility for you getting sick because you neglected to cut all the mold off your melon. I know the disclaimer doesn't inspire confidence, but one cannot be too careful in this litigious society. Poor Francisco is so sick and pitiful. He is doping himself up with nighttime medicine, daytime medicine, cough syrup, ibuprofen, and Craisins, which are dried cranberries--very tasty. He is getting better, but he is still listless and wan. Don't worry, I will take good care of him. Now the Boy says his throat hurts, which hopefully is just his allergies (he has those) because it would be too hard to have two sick guys at home. Guys, by and large, are not the easiest patients, but you don't need me to tell you that. I will round out this entry by telling you about the creepy dream I had this morning. I had robbed a bank and was running from the police. I kept giving them the slip and getting away, but I knew it was only a matter of time before they caught me. My favorite, and most vividly remembered part, of the dream was when I cleverly hid under an enormous pile of multicolored rose petals. In my dream the petals were for covering dead bodies, and in the dream that was an Islamic tradition. I am not sure but I do not think that IS an Islamic tradition in real life. I believe my brain made it up because Francisco watched a program about the history of Islam, some of which I overheard. It was very interesting. Anywho, I didn't end up getting caught by the police last night--I woke up in time--but I was all anxious when I woke up, and felt that I should get up and try to hide or run away. Luckily I came to my senses or I would've been legging it through the countryside for no reason. Okay people, that's a wrap. Later, Love,
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