Entry 1:

Dear Diary,

Well... I don't really mean that. They told me I should write on you to help make the voices go away. I don't really care for you much at all, at least not enough to call you "Dear." So get bent, Diary. Just get bent, and let me write stuff on you.

I woke up feeling crappy today. So I wrote "crappy" on my forehead, and stared at myself in the mirror. By lunch-time the letters had changed to "get bent," so I wiped them off.

I had an idea while I scrubbed the crappy letters off my face with toilet paper. I thought, what if toilet paper were money? People would flush rolls of money down the toilet every day. I ordered a pizza and tried to pay for it with three squares of quilted with little blue daisies on, but the deliveryman would only accept two rolls of single-ply. And they call me crazy. Yes, they call me "Crazy Guy."


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