• Since you people most likely wont understand my logic Im going to have some fun! But dont feel bad. I dont blame you since society has traind you only to understand text slang, and to dress yourselve's in the the next version of abrocrombie and fitch. And sice a good 80% of you like to pretend you are vampire's or "Goth's" or what ever, you will most likely enjoy this. But that dose not in any way mean I am writing this to be like any of you, I beleave only to be myself. So let's begin eh?
    "Dear Diary"
    The other day my house was inflitrated by the hobo across my street. He rumaged through my refrigerator, so I say's to him, just like this I say's "hey man, your goose is cooked!" and just like that I blow off his head with the lazor beam's from my finger's
    he fall's to the floor in a heap, smoke rises off of him as I, Close my refrigerator door. Dont wanna contribute to the death of any penguin's ya know, man that's the last thing I need on my conscience.
    I don't know what to do with the hobo, I mean he's just laying there motionless and he's crispy and he smell's funny, Ive tried playing checkers with him but he never moves his piece.
    Ugh, when dose life get interesting?