get up ryan.
your lazy.
why dont you write something other than this diary entry?
why dont you do something productive?
your lack of activity is astounding.
do you know anybody else that makes a day out of going to the post office and the library?
is it sad to you that you consider that a full day?
take a shower ryan.
i know that you dont want too, because you are not dirty and that you dont smell bad.
you dont smell bad because you dont do anything.
you need some more verbs in your life.
all you are is adjective after adjective,
but you dont describe anything.
find a noun and verb it, you lazy bastard.
stop cussing, its a bad habit.
quit complaining that you dont have a girlfriend.
you have me. and i will always to be here to nag and nitpick and point out everything that you do wrong.
and i wont dump you either.
i cant, i am your brain.
its like we are married.
and frankly, i can't believe i've married such a slob.
i would get a divorce, but it would kill you.
you should be grateful that i am so caring.
8:54 a.m. - 2004-03-22
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