April 11th, 2004

Mullet III

I look into his eyes, they're closed but I see something ...

Before I go anywhere today, I would like to make one thing abundantly clear in response to an incident yesterday: yes, I am a Christian, and yes, I do make entries about it, but no, I do not expect everyone to agree with me. If you don't share my faith, all I ask is you respect mine and if you don't want to read about it, simply skip those parts of my entries. I usually cut them anyway.

Now, with that said, my entry.

I must say, I miss being a young child. Then you have no worries in the world and everyone's your friend. Normally, I'm not really that bothered by how few good, close friends I actually have, but it has been bugging me lately. Maybe I'm a tad more social than I'd like to admit.

After a few days of frantic searching, I have found my dictionary again, hurrah. I would like a better mobile phone and dandruff is evil. But we don't need much better than G. K. Chesterton to kick off the Easter Sunday portion of my entry.

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