A Pantsy.
There was a death of a close friend today. Don't get too worried, you won't miss him and he has already been replaced. My dear friend, Tony the Tiger watch. I was debating taking the battery out of my Tucan Sam watch and putting them into Tony, reviving him. But then I saw how ripped and dirty the strap was. So I put it in my junk-box of things that I will keep for ever for sentimental value. I'm such a pansy. A pansy in the pants. A Pantsy. That was so clever it deserved capitalization. I will make it my subject for this entry.
I'm such a bad friend, eh? (<-But clearly a wonderful Canadian) I may not write in here often anymore, but I never EVER read my friends page. I will do that tonight, of course, because I noticed just how terrible a thing that is. I think deep down I'm still against this whole internet-whore-journal idea. If someone has important news, I think I should be special enough for you to tell it to me personally. Though that may be a bit presumptuous of me. I don't think that's the right word. I don't think I even spelled it right. Spelled? Spelt? Spelt is like smelt. But not smelt like pas tense of to smell, but y'know. That other one. Fuck. I should just stop.
I'm such a bad friend, eh? (<-But clearly a wonderful Canadian) I may not write in here often anymore, but I never EVER read my friends page. I will do that tonight, of course, because I noticed just how terrible a thing that is. I think deep down I'm still against this whole internet-whore-journal idea. If someone has important news, I think I should be special enough for you to tell it to me personally. Though that may be a bit presumptuous of me. I don't think that's the right word. I don't think I even spelled it right. Spelled? Spelt? Spelt is like smelt. But not smelt like pas tense of to smell, but y'know. That other one. Fuck. I should just stop.