ericboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Try this, figure out / memorize their words for / hope\" - Sunny Day Real Estate When I clicked into Diaryland, a pop-up caught me off guard and nosed its way on to the screen. Only, it wasn't for porn or credit cards or new cars. It wasn't for anything. It was an empty screen, that covered everything, the same color as this compose box, and at the top it said "You will be rejected. If not, click here." Of course, I didn't click it, so I have no idea where it goes, but... "You will be rejected"? That's just mean. In other news, I'm eating pizza that is scalding in some spots and frozen in others, like somebody put suntan lotion on it unevenly. The microwave in my house is the oldest microwave in the world. When you turn it on, four angry goblins come in from doors on the walls carrying torches and hold them near the food while they bitch about their back pain. Also, in news of the weird, I noticed that I have visible veins on each of my forefingers. I'd never seen those before. It looks like I may never get a license or form of identification and certainly not before May 27th. I got cast in yet another show at the Fault-Line and I finished adapting my script; now I just have to type it. Also, I remembered a short story I wrote two years ago that lent itself well to a seven-minute stage adaptation with only four characters. I should be able to have that up and running as soon as I get back from Texas. That is, if I get to fucking go... 9:00 p.m. - 2004-04-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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