2003-09-22 - 11:17 p.m.
I'm just writing to let you know I'm still alive...
I seem to have done something terribly wrong regarding the loss of my funny, because it seems to be beyond the "oh it'll come back tomorrow" or "it'll show up in the wash sonner or later" stage. I'm ready to go out with my little cork winnie-the-pooh gun and cry "I AM NOT ME WITHOUT YOU!!! COME BACK YOU NO GOOD LOST FUNNY!!!" and then it will appear, and I will not think it is a heffalump, and we will be funny once more. erg.
Goodnight diaryland, try not to be mean to girls who have lost their funny, because their immunity to being sad is completely gone and they will cry and you will be super-embarrassed because they do not usually cry. Also, don't eat those peppers that come in the pepper sauce bottles. I dunno if I've told you that before, but it bears repeating. And a word to the wise may be sufficient, but if you're reading my diary then...let's just say, a few words might do the trick. *wink wink nudge nudge* farewell...~love, q. (but not her funny as it is not here to give farewells because it is gone. yeah. i think i mentioned that like, maybe once though.)
