Evil, Ecstasy, and the Enemy (a diary)
Tv.........I've been hypnotized by the TV.......
Hello Diary, you balmy old coot
In case you haven't noticed old chap, I feel british
today. I'm watching the telly and the bloody bastards at
Nick at Night are playing The Jeffersons. I hate the
Jeffersons! (mostly because I can't get that "Movin on up"
song out of my head....Movin on up..dudududuh..to a deelux
apartment....)I want the Brady Bunch to be on. I want to
see the one where Marcia gets kicked out of the school
play. Or the one where Marcia's nose gets smashed. Hehe I
love laughing at Marcia's pain. "That's the way we all
became the brady bunch.....THE BRADY BUNCH dadada......the
brady BUNCH.....dadada." Oh, my british spell wore off.
Diary have you ever heard that song that goes "I'm popeye
the sailor man. toot toot. I live in a garbage can...?" I
can't remember the rest of the words to the clean version.
I know the words to the dirty version. They aid me in
pissing people off. That's one of my talents. Another
talent I have is poetry. I am going to a poetry reading
soon so me and my best friend can wow people with our
superior poems. I am going to bring a couple good poems but
also a weird poem so I can read it deadpan like a beatnick.
Hehe. Wearing a black skirt is also a possibility. I wish I
had a long black top, so I could look even more beatnicky.
I'll have to see if anyone I know has one..."That's the way
we all became the brady bunch.....THE BRADY BUNCH
dadada......the brady BUNCH.....dadada." Oh, good! I got
that movin on up song outa my head! movin on
hehe ding dong ditch.......bye