Diary entry for December 7, 2002
I no longer have any notion of what is real and what is not. It is quite a peculiar feeling walking around and not really knowing exactly where you are or why you are there. It's rather surreal and very interesting to be honest. On a related note, I am relatively certain that a gang of mice are following me around. I seem to encounter them everywhere I go - there goes one now. They seem, however, to be friendly and completely harmless. I am awaiting one of them to amass the courage to approach me and start up a conversation. I have been awaiting that day more and more as of late. The prospect of befriending a gang of mice seems quite appealing and even exhilarating to me. I have toyed with the idea of spawning a race of human/mice hybrids in an attempt to create an army for me to gain unrivaled leadership over. There are still numerous kinks to work out in my plan but I am getting close to my ultimate goal, namely rulership of the free world. Also, I really should clean my room, it's kind of gross. I can hardly see the floor anymore due to all the clothes I have splayed upon it, not that the floor would be a particularly appealing site at this point.
Oh, one last thing to add to this journal entry - I have taken to pantsing every last member of society I encounter. While it is obviously not a permanent solution to the horrors society presently harbors within, it does make me feel tougher and even a whole lot prettier since many of the comments I get are rather flattering.
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Society: 0
Re: Diary entry for December 7, 2002
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Originally posted by Nathan
On a related note, I am relatively certain that a gang of mice are following me around.
Are you absolutely positive they are mice and not chipmunks? After all we know that when the holidays come near, chipmunks become real friendly to some humans and even start to sing christmas carrols (just look at Alvin! Need I say more?)
Food for thought
Red
