2005-07-09 - 9:21 p.m.
diaryland is a silly goose so i post at deviantart.com instead. my page there is creme-brulee.deviantart.com. the reason why i no longer use diaryland is because the turnip stew i ate today tasted a little bit like brandy, so i looked closer, and there were little goldfish swimming in it, so i said "ho there heir goldfish, what are you doing in my soup?" and he told me a long story about the relationship between pigions and fireflies, the end result being that the only way to know if the goldfish in your soup are high or not is to do a psychoanalysis of them by removing portions of plasma from their left ear. i didn't really feel up to the task at the time, so i dumped them into the pond outside my friend danny's house instead. i then sprayed clam juice into his swimming pool. his parents happened to be walking by, so to explain myself i told them that scientific research proved that spraying clam juice into a swimming pool turned your back yard into an antenna-like thing that broadcasted the whereabouts of naughty people to george w. bush. being that danny's parents are somewhat swell people, they thought that this was a grand invention in the fighting of crime and terrorism and cookie jar theiving and whatnot, and applauded me for being so civil. their thanks rolled out of their mouths in these psychedellic rainbow-colored strings of letters, which fell to the ground after they were done talking to me, and when they weren't looking i gathered all the chains up and took them to my house where i stiched them into a jump rope. in doing so, the letters became somewhat rearanged, and if you looked at them upside down, they spelled "diaryland is a silly goose, you should post at deviantart.com instead" so, considering the circumstances, i decided to take the advice.
