| Monday July 8th 2001 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Dear Diary, Today has been a time for reflection. Where am I at and where am I going? Should I stop and ask the indian guy at circle K how to get there? Should I be happy with the things I have or should I visit a pawn shop? There comes a time in a young man's life where you must ask yourself, "Is eight fifty too much to pay for a movie?" I for one find myself questioning the value of money in this life and then I hit the little yellow smiley face with the roll back prices. Today is also a time for celebration and personal growth. Time to celebrate the wonderful things like palmetto cheese spread. When I reflect what do I see? I think I kind of have a big irish nose. I have good genes, but I can't roll my tounge. And I can't tell if my ear lobes are attached or hanging. The relevence one might ask? Everything is relative. Everything is connected. My hip bone is connected to my leg bone. My leg bone is connected to my foot bone. And my stomach is connected to something. Which brings us back to Wal Mart and it's low low prices. I'm hungry and must restock the fridge. I will write you more tommorrow dearest diary. |
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| This is the private diary of Paul F. Blake and contains actual daily events. Please don't read this page. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||