Jul 16, 2004 03:30
Dear Diary (and others),
I am in hate with everyone.
On the bright side, I registered fifteen people to vote today.
But that doesn't change the fact that I hate you. You surprise me. In a bad way. I hate bad surprises. And you don't even surprise me in the way that I could expect and prepare for; like when an infant has bad surprises, all I have to do is buy more diapers, throw away the bad surprise and I'm fine. Yours are the kind that are uncalled for, unwarranted and unexpected, thus making your surprises double the badness of the regular bad.
Hello. Talk to me? You really should. It would be nice. To make up for all the bullshit. And other things.
You should also wise up. Kind of like "rise up," but with a speech impediment. With a little bit of wising up, some elbow grease and shoe shine, you'll be good in no time. Meaning, I might not hate you anymore. (It's worth a shot).
Oh.
And by "you," I mean "everyone."
Sincerely,
-Kate.