I was trying to think of why my diary is so boring, and I think it's because of a lack of recurring characters other than myself in it. But what can I do, my grandchildren refuse to let me write about them! (Oh but the hijinks they get up to on the tire swing out by the orchard, I could tell stories for hours! Sorry guys!).
That got to me to thinking, maybe I should just make up some lovable, wacky character who I could write about all the time, and that'd make it easier to update more often. I couldn't think of one though, so I asked my zany great-uncle Donald what I should do. "Oh little Andrew," he said is his adorable little lisp, "don't boffer wif making up peoples, just tell the www about me!". And then he pulled his pants down, and he was wearing another pair of pants underneath them. WHAT THE? OH WELL! I guess that's just my zany great-uncle Donald for you, always with the crazy hijinks!
12:13 p.m. - Jul. 09, 2003