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11:35 p.m. - 2001-05-17 I am a worthless dirtbag cockchin. I am a 'waste of space' whiteboy. I haven't added an entry in 5 days. I've hardly been on the internet. I've been busy. And, now, I come back after a long absence with a plethora of stories to write about, right? Diaryland entries have been clogging up my brain for the last 5 days, and now I can write about them all, right? Or funny new chat conversations, huh? Wrong. I have nothing. No stories to tell. No chat excerpts. No anecdotes about life or society or spiderwebs or genitals or any of that. I haven't seen anything exceptional lately to tell the world about. And I know you, Random Reader of My Diaryland Entries, I know you of all people are disappointed. But, I'm sorry, I have nothing. I guess you could call it "writer's block". Okay, okay, okay......there is ONE thing. There is one little thing I could tell you about. It's nothing really big though. Alright.....I'll tell you: I found out that 37 is pretty much the maximum number of rocks that you can fit into a dead cat's anus before post-mortem liquids start leaking from its eye sockets. But, other than that, I have nothing....
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