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I don't see what the big deal is. Yeah,
I know the car isn't real, but that's beside the point. He didn't
have to go and freak out. Anyway, let's not talk about Michael
anymore. What shall I talk about now? This is kind of weird. It's
like I'm talking to somebody, but yet nobody at the same time. How
does that work? Or is it some philosophical thing? [scratches head]
Wait, now I'm confused. These comments are going up somewhere where
people will read them yeah? So I am talking/writing to somebody? Is
this supposed to be addressed to you? Is it like I'm writing an
e-mail to you? I don't get this whole concept of me writing this.
But then some stranger could be reading my comments. I don't want
that. Then they'll know what I'm like. Bwenda, I don't want
strangers reading my comments. Do you have any idea who could be
reading these comments? Do ya? I don't like this at all. I think
I'll just forget about some stranger reading this and get on with
whatever I'm supposed to be doing.
So what shall I talk about now? Okay, I'll talk about what I've
done today. Let's see. I've eaten breakfast. Yep, that's all I've
done today. You wanna know what I had for breakfast? I
had...Coco-pops. With milk. I was going to have coffee.
But...decided not to. So I've had breakfast today. What now? Do you
want to know what I'm going to do today? You do? Good. [nods] (Well
even if you don't it's not like you have a choice anyway.) So, after
I finish typing this up, I am going to call somebody. Some girl to
exact. What her name is, I do not know. I picked her up...yesterday?
Wait a moment. I picked her up on a Saturday. Today is Sunday. So I
picked her up yesterday. Or maybe I picked her up last Saturday.
Maybe I did. I can't remember. But does that really matter? I
suppose not. But then again it could matter to some girls. Girls are
weird like that. What do you think? That a guy calls you a week
late. Maybe I should ask my sister. Oh forget it, maybe I just won't
call her. Even if I do call her, what if she doesn't pick up? Then
what am I supposed to do? I don't know her name so I can't ask for
her. Hang on, I could swear this has happened before. Normally when
I pick girls up, they tell me their name but don't always write
their name down with their number. How do they expect me to remember
their name? And I've dealt with it before....I think. Just can't
remember how. Or maybe I didn't deal with it since I didn't even
call them in the first place. I seriously can't remember. Oh well,
it's not that important anyway. I'll just have to remember to write
their name down with their number next time. Then I won't have this
dilemma again. I'll key it into my phone. Then I'll have to ask for
a name. But I think my phone book is full.
Note to self: Delete numbers from phone book later.
Are these comments long enough for you Bwenda? If not, e-mail me
back and I'll write up some more stuff. Later.
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