I always seem to remember the fact that I scheme and think about the grandest topics during the day, however I forget just exactly what those topics are by the time I get home and intend to write about them. Oh, now I remember. I don't believe in normal. I'm damn vain. Whatever happened to the environment? Life at present seems pretty wrapped up. Sex. Why the hell has the been such a popular topic recently? Oh right-the little girl and condomhead thoroughly enjoy base-skipping. The Beach Boys are pretty cool. They're also on a lot of drugs. Romance probably only exists in fairytales. Damn, my thoughts seem so much more important before they're put in writing; now they're just a mix of letters arranged in such a way that would make any cliche proud. C'est la vie. I really love that phrase.