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2001-01-03 - 18:29:26 [18 Feb 2005|09:38pm] Is there anything more beautiful than mixed metaphors? Sigh. I was supposed to say no and then of course give a brilliant example of a mixed metaphor. But I'm too tired to think of one. Kinda ruins the joke, don't you agree? 2001-01-03 post comment

2001-01-07 - 02:35 am [18 Feb 2005|09:38pm] ooneo> how old r u BoyWhoReallyNeeds> 22 ooneo> are you workin tomorrow BoyWhoReallyNeeds> no ooneo> do you turn off your computer while you r at work BoyWhoReallyNeeds> actually I'm unemployed. So the computer is on most of the day. ooneo> cool ooneo> why do you turn off yhe spu while you are asleep ooneo> cpu is what i meant Did you notice how his response to me being unemployed is "cool"? That's so nice... Yeah, man. Unemployed, coooool. 2001-01-07 post comment

2001-01-09 - 01:45 am [18 Feb 2005|09:39pm] I think my plan to slowly (?) go insane is working. I seem to be reffering to myself as Plume on occasion. It won't be long now. They're coming to take me away, haha, to the funny farm, hoho. I forget the rest. 2001-01-09 3 comments|post comment

2001-01-10 - 01:37 am [18 Feb 2005|09:40pm] The "b" key is sluggish. Like the world is sending me subliminal signals about how I really shouldn't use b too much. I don't think I do. I wonder why the world insists on the importance of me not using b when I really don't use it all that much. You'd think the world had better things to do. Maybe I'll stop using b completely. Wouldn't that e fun? 2001-01-10 post comment

2001-01-11 - 02:45 am [18 Feb 2005|09:42pm] Hmmmmm. Skye found this diary. Welcome Skye. I can't say I'm really to happy about that, but there you go. I just want to apologize. I know there will be some things you aren't going to like. I put some personal things that you told me in here. Didn't think anyone from "our world" would get in here. There's a lot of my doubt and such. Ah, well... whatever. I'm not perfect. That would be scary, right? I never promised I was worth anything. I'm sorry ... Another disturbing thing: When my mother pronounces hard disk (which is Danish for hard drive) she says "hard diks". Oh god. The horror. 2001-01-11 post comment

2001-01-12 - 02.34 am [18 Feb 2005|09:43pm] It's almost precisely two years since I died. January 12th 1999. Between 6 and 7 am. I feel a bit like that x-files episode where there's a guy who can't die. He never sees Death, the grim reaper, or something along those lines. So can't die. I feel like Death is trying to catch up with me. I'm dead but my corpse is walking the earth. Zombie, it's in your head. 2001-01-12 post comment

2001-01-15-16-17 [18 Feb 2005|09:44pm] Lasse's Deep Thought For The Day: Even if you bring an umbrella it will still rain 2001-01-15 - 01:18 am Lasse's Deep Thought For The Day: If a nuclear bomb explodes and there's no one left to hear it does it still make a sound? 2001-01-16 - 02:13 am Lasse's Deep Thought For The Day: M&M's are all the same colour on the inside. And they taste good too! 2001-01-17 - 02:15 post comment

2001-01-18 - 02:45 am [18 Feb 2005|09:46pm] It was raining really hard. I mean really really hard. Storming. Not the kind of weather you'd go out in. I was standing at the busstop. It was a funny little scene. Behind me was something like countryside. A field. And in front of me, on the other side of the road, was a few local shops and buildings. It was like the edge of civilization (ok, slight exaggeration). I just wanted to get home. And I wanted the bus to come so I could get out of the rain. I love rain but this was too much. And then the cute asian girl who worked in the supermarket came over. She was taking the same bus. And she had an umbrella. A nice sturdy one. With room for two under it. So there I am in a horrible rain storm and a really cute and pretty girl offers me a space under her umbrella. Now try and guess what I did? I said no. "no, I'm okay, here in the worst rainstorm I've ever been in. I'm good". So I stand there in the rain getting soaked. And it was so cold. It was almost hail. Beating fiercely against the side of my face. I swear my ear was numb when I finally got inside in the warm bus. And that was the story of me, the rain and the asian girl. ... Lasse's Deep Thought For The Day: Idiots are people too 2001-01-18 2 comments|post comment

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