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Reason for Personal State of Alert:
- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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Grimacing
2001-08-21 - 11:42 p.m.

"Do you think you're better off alone?" -Alice DJ

Too funny! I have an "enemy," I think. Meep!

My guestbook has a sign-ee, Dave's ex. He thinks I talk too much about McDonald's, and throwing breakfast foods at Dave when he crashed on my couch.

Now, not many people have been following what I write from my diary's inception, but I *do* talk a lot about McDonald's fast food. I kinda like the place, and there's none near my house, so I go whenever I can... and awhile ago, when I had imsomnia or whatever from lack of eating and other stuff, I'd have "McDonald's mornings" and eat there at like 6 or 7 am, all for a tasty bacon, egg and cheese biscuit... I'd then go home, talking to myself the whole way- cuz lack of sleep makes me jittery and insane, and then go to sleep.

McDonald's was also the place I ran off to the night that I was outted to my parents. My mom called and wouldn't let the phone stop ringing, so I unplugged the phone, and literally ran off in the night, through southside, to the McDonald's that was semi-near me, to hide, and freak the hell out at a table, eating nuggets and staring at their Mulan promotion signs.

McDonald's means a lot to me!!! McDonald's is the core of my being. Well, almost.

And not to harp, but since this IS the most "scandalous" thing to ever happen due to my diary... might as well discuss it a little:

Yeah, I did say "out of the picture," way back when. If this is offensive in some way, or not true, than I apologize. That being said, it's kind of hard having an open forum anymore with people so close to the going's on following what's going on in my skull. Self censorship is blah... but I really don't care cuz I don't have any big secrets. Other than a mild fondness of S+M, and the fine free pornography available at Billy's Perv Website. Link available upon request.

I purchased the latest XY today, and bought "Meet the Parents" on DVD for 10 bucks used. I just finished watching it- it was good... I think I like Me, Myself, and Irene better... but DeNiro and Stiller did great jobs... and though it was played mostly for comedy, it was a better romantic comedy than most romantic comedies. Oh.. and since I like talking about food, I also indulged myself earlier to a hoagie from a pizza place, Mellow Mushroom, chillin, reading XY (a gay mag), while the workers there discussed having a Man Show Trivia night, complete with girls on trampolines. My friend Mike, gay, and the person who happened to be my server for the meal, just kinda shrugged his shoulders as they went on and on about the glory of boobies. I felt his pain.

I've had the opportunity for some random quotes that would be semi-appropriate, but for the sake of censorship, I am passing. But I am stealing from the next songs, whatever they are... randomness works.

"What was that you tried to say? Everything... everything" -Radiohead

"I twist like a corkscrew, the sweetness rising, I drink from the bottle weeping, why won't you last, why can't you last?" -Rufus Wainwright

In summary... I love McDonalds.

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...