dear diary

dear diary,

it was diogenes pointing and laughing
at all that plato said
then ole bill shakespeare was scribbling
the nonsense floatin thru his head
nostradamus warned us clearly
of the things that we should dread
and jesus giving us direction
that the children must be fed
all these authors and more
wrote stuff that ought to be read
to dance around the damn insanity
of thumbs both green and red

dear diary,

onions and garlic and peppers, oh my
i eat my vegetables and my system doth fry
sweat rains from my forehead, the deluge won't stop
as steamy tears flow from my reddened eyes
when will i learn
that what goes in must come out?
while my tongue rejoices,
my digestive chute screams and shouts
thank you dear diary,
for this wonderful life
altho my culinary habits
have chased off another wife

dear diary,

i am so dang frustrated
the wind whispered "mary"
then the wind cried "mary"
finally the wind SCREAMED "MARY!"

but not once did the wind offer her phone number

dang it

Dear Diary,

Perhaps I have already mentioned this, but sometimes recently it seems I have been having someone else's dreams.

There was one a week or so ago where the POV character wasn't even me!

dear diary,

listening attentively, to the preacher's sermon
written in third person by artificial intelligence
i'm led by the machine to a cosmic higher power
whilst disregarding my cognitive dissonance

Dear Diary,

I have noticed that there is a small clique of old-timers in the forums, who might as well be dessicated corpses twitching around in Miriam Blaylock's attic for all the human warmth they grudgingly show to others (if ever at all).

Dear Diary,

There are some good and fun people here, but also some incomprehensibly crap people -- what the hell is wrong with them?

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I wish I were more normal, so that I could fit in better.

@rookie54 said
dear diary,

onions and garlic and peppers, oh my
i eat my vegetables and my system doth fry
sweat rains from my forehead, the deluge won't stop
as steamy tears flow from my reddened eyes
when will i learn
that what goes in must come out?
while my tongue rejoices,
my digestive chute screams and shouts
thank you dear diary,
for this wonderful life
altho my culinary habits
have chased off another wife

dear diary,

angry again
i complained to the universe that it was the dang middle of the night and i could not sleep
the snooty universe replied that it was i who was on the wrong side of the planet

i hate it when the universe is always correct

the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore

~ woody

YouTube

Dear Diary,

Well, so much for taking a forum break, and this is another attempt at participating in the forums without devolving into impish provocations or tedious bickering.

Preparing myself to "turn the other cheek" even when dealing with others who never do such a thing.

However, even now as I write, I sense that so many failures already loom on the horizon.

Please wish me luck, my most tight-lipped of confidants!

dear diary,

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yer welcome