is this not the epiphany of boredom?
i sat and watched an entire episode of "who wants to be a millionaire".
i feel like i should be in a trailer...
no, that's mean...oh well.
i hate that show and regis too.
what an idiot.
him and his fake laugh.
creepy...
OKAY, new topic...please...hmmm....i'll tell a story...
there once was this little man named hal the cherrypicker.
and as long as hal could remember, he had wanted to be the star of his own broadway musical, Le Pomme de Terre et Le Chat.
not that he was unhappy as a cherrypicker,
it was a wonderful job for hal and he found it very rewarding...
he just couldn't let go of this childhood dream of his.
but anytime he brought it up, people would tell him that he was crazy,
so he put it on the proverbial backburner.
at night, which was really his only spare time,
hal would write lyrics and complex musical scores for Le Pomme de Terre,
but the next morning he would crumple them up and throw them out.
he lived out his life as well he could and eventually convinced himself he was happy.
he was well known for being a great cherrypicker
and he even performed in the towns yearly musical.
he had all but forgotten his dream, when one day a meteorite fell from the heavens and squashed hal like a bug.
the moral of this sad and equally pathetic story is: reach for the stars before they reach for you...taadaaa!
Mood: weird
Music:Cake-i will survive!!!
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