it's me, scott.

i am wearing big olive cargo pants with paint all over them at work today! this is quite obviously considered "business casual" by me. ha ha.

i wish this "ryan knautz" would stop sending global office email to me. it is very distracting to my diary writing! die, ryan knautz, die! (ps. i have no idea who you are. i am sure you're a very nice person. i'm sorry.)

okay.

DAMMIT. THAT IS THREE MESSAGES NOW. STOP IT.

okay.

saturday i went to mcdonalds with my friend chris, and they were playing britney spears on the intercom! i sang along, of course, and chris said "do you actually own britney spears albums?!". i offered do the britney spears dance that was in her "sometimes" video, but he declined. he obviously has no appreciation for fine music.

did you know that 80% of usda chicken inspectors who work in chicken factories no longer eat chicken? i learned this fact from the inside of a moby album. i'm very glad i'm not a usda chicken inspector. i would probably starve.

this diary entry will be a bunch of random paragraphs that have nothing to do with eachother.

i saw elizabeth and ben in church on sunday. or. after church, actually! elizabeth is moving to milwaukee, to be closer to ben, i think. i said to her, i said "i will probably never see you again!". that was sad. situations like that suck.

suck suck suck.

no more robyn. no more elizabeth or ben. soon, no more anybody! moving, grunh. grunh grunh. (pigs in france say "grunh" instead of "oink"! oh, how i love france.)

i love my cat. i will go eat lunch now.

love,
scott.

ps - just because my last entry has the only thing listed to make a girl hott as "dresses like a boy", it does not mean that i'm a homo. shut up!