2003-11-06 - 5:00 p.m.
dear diary,
i'm all about grapefruit lotion right now.
and eating four miniature butterfingers and a glass of milk to induce sickness before class.
and large ghetto gold earrings.
my dad doesn't have cancer.
that's probably important.
[also, note to self... i really am glad that my dad doesn't have cancer, especially since i'm sure his biopsy was uncomfortable, and the fact that his prostate was compared to a caulliflower by a doctor led us, and by us i mean me, to believe that dad's days were numbered, moreso than before.]
[wait the the point of that note to self is that it's probably these entries lacking in any real emotions are what contributed to that 48% schizoid personality disorder]
[is this a bad time to mention that i had to retake that personality test to get a lower schizoid percentage because anything above 60% is just embarassing and false]
[it's only false because
i thought i was going to go somewhere with that but it would be too in depth and revealing at this juncture. let's just say i make a point now in my life from refraining from emotional testimony.
ie: i'm a robot.
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