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I'm going to write the following entry using the first thoughts that come to my mind. Call it my salute to randomness.

Hope all's well kids. Well.... Here' goes...


To offer such information about the green grass and the circumferance of grapes would be wholly pointless in most cases. However, in this particular instance, I would disagree. I believe it imperative to provide this information in this case. Why? Well.... because we like you of course! Isn't that the reason for everything? Or is it? That's the real question here. Maybe we don't. But then again.... Maybe we do, therefore rendering this entire excersise futile and utterly useless. I guess that's for us to know and for you to find out.

For now however, we will focus on things that truly matter. Things that actually make a difference in people's lives. But then again, that entire principle is up for discussion, as it is quite difficult to determine exactly what does make a difference in anyone's life, let alone people en mass. But who cares? It's just better to keep swimming. Keep rolling on in spite of it all. Because the fact remains that we become what we think about. Figuratively... Not literally. If that were the case, we could be any number of things at any given moment. From shoes, to sex, to airplanes, to rockstars, to chinchillas, to nintendo games.... That what we'd be. And more. Who knows? The possibilities are quite limitless.

Keeping with the tone of severity though, I must protest this whole nonsense. It has turned out that the acididity of apples and oranges make them more similar than we think. Now.... I be that one threw you for a loop now didn't it? It sure threw me for one. Probably because I never really grasped the concept in the first place, and then addid this extra element in just made it even more difficult to grasp. Like a slippery fish when you catch it out of the depths of Lake Scugog. But that lake is an entirely different matter that will be discussed on another occassion. An occassion when you feel better about yourself, and when I figure out what in the hell spaghetti has to do with the Italians. But for some reason, I think I already know..... Or do I? Damn these questions. They keep coming. But why?

It was just like that Rotarian said to me once when we were fishing for sea bass in Brussles. I had a hard time hearing him at the time because of all the jumping that was going on in the background. I just wished those crazy people would have stopped for one minute so that we could fish, and discuss what needed to be discussed. But alas.... We never had the chance. But what in the hell does that have to do with beer anyway?
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Hmmmm.... Ok. That was strange. I have not read it over yet, so I will apologize in advance I have not done that in a while. Ahhh well... Have a good night kids. Until next time.