| Diana and I spend all the time together possible. When we are together we don't even sleep. Well you know, gypsies don't sleep, they stay up all night a bajangle. I can tell her everything and anything and she can tell me nothing because she doesn't have a brain... No, I mean and she tells ME anything and everything. For instance, did you know I am the cleaning fairy? Thats right! I clean sisters rooms when they say the secret chant, "Cleaning fairy please come, 201" Creative. We where very creative children. We made a song, "Ho ho ho ho, a pirate ship on your nose!" Which leads me to my comparison. Diana is like the sea, always changing and all wet. No, I mean she has to piss like ever five minutes. Yes, she pees a lot, and is full of it. Not marine life! You know how they say the answers to existance lie in the whisperings of an empty shell Non-empty ones useually sound more like "phh shilipph shesheoowwoop slimep.." You get the picture) That is my sister. No, not the snail one, the EMPTY shell, because she's EMPTY. NO! I mean, she has the answers to all my problems. She comes in and out like the tides, leaving havoc in her path, and she smells like fish. Ever changing but ever constant, her likeness to the sea is why we are so compatable, I'm a Pisces. Like the sea, my thoughts on Diana are neverending. She is a good sourse of food, travel, and a necessary part of my ecosystem.VERY necessary. In fact, I would probably die without my sister. I guess thats all I have to say about that. |
| Wednesday night: Crisis strikes. I've sunken to a deep depression, and after unsuccessfully trying to comit suicide by beating myself to death with the toilet seat I give in, I need help, I know who to call... Ghostbusters! But that is beside the point. I'm here to tell you about my favorite person in the whole world: Bob Dylan. No! Wait I mean, my sister, Diana. |
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| Diana, my darling sister--- | | | V |