12:39 p.m. - 2003-01-29
It'd still be better than Saga food...
After deciding to get a Pit salad, my imaginary friend (who, for the sake of making me sound less crazy, I generally refer to as my "inner self") informed me that it sounded as though I was planning to consume underarm hair lathered in salad dressing. The guy in line behind me seemed really nice; after I left, I decided he was gay, which made me want him. In closing, today I feel pretty good, so I'll fly away on a spermwagon.

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