2002-03-10 - 10:14 p.m.
secretly i think i'm perfect. i don't understand how anyone could not love/appreciate/worship me even when i am being annoying. yet, somehow, everybody on the planet doesn't love me. somehow my razor sharp wit and fetish for soft cheeses does not hit the mark with every inhabitant of Earth. i wonder why? what's wrong with the rest of the world?
i guess it's lactose intolerance.