Holy shit... 60 hits on the last one... Who the fuck is reading my diary? 60... fucking... times... ... Babe can only account for three of them... now who are the other 57???!!! ... I am gonna go watch The Incredible (edible) Hulk tonight... and that will be awesome. I dont want to work anymore. I need to win the lottery. Or rob a bank. Or become famous without having to do anything cool. ... or maybe just... ... go to... ... the moon........... Because there is money there, lots and lots of it. The moon isnt made of cheese, its made of money, and... thats why I am gonna go there. *cough* A few days ago we got Captain CENSORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRED and the juice was better than the soda. Umm... We still dont have cable. And that sucks because the only good channels we get are the discovery channel and the travel channel and the only things that are on when I want to watch tv is this fat guy who eats food and that RETARDED cash cab show. EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YOU FARTED! GROOOODYYYYY! Anyways, thats all I think I have to say tonight. And now I die from fumes.