An RFIM Next Door?

Time passes so quickly, doesn’t it? Those of you in search of an example only need to realize that it’s been nearly a week, that’s right, a WEEK, since I’ve written in the diary. You didn’t even notice did you? Seemed as if I wrote only yesterday, no? Well, the calendar doesn’t lie; it truly has been a week and an uneventful week at that.

Yes, unfortunately, despite the ever elongated absence, there still isn’t a great deal for me to talk about. The most notable occurrence of recent days was a strange turn of events concerning RFIM research that took place a few days ago. The odd occurrence being that two RFIM’s messaged me who are both students at GC&SU. Those of you unimpressed by this occurrence fail to realize that in the entire history of my RFIM research, I had previously only been instant messaged by two RFIM’s total who also attend GC&SU (the two that I met, who, in turn, decided to ignore my existence), a total that was equaled in a span of about 3 hours. Strange days are before us.

Of course, as you diary readers have come to expect, the RFIM’s had very little to offer in terms of intellectual stimulation, but, were, rather, interested in a stimulation of another kind. That being sexual, of course. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but one would assume that there would be more than a five minute interlude between a RFIM saying “I have a boyfriend” and “Do you have any pictures where you don’t have pants on?” however, experimental evidence has proven this assumption wrong time and time again. Traditionally, I don’t let it bother my conscience too much, after all, there’s loads of strange people out in cyberspace, however, I found myself a bit more troubled when faced with an RFIM from only a few dorms over. I guess it just never occurred to me that an RFIM could actually be living right next door to me. The thought that the very people I converse with daily could secretly be RFIM’s. It’s given me new perspective on life really.

Moving on to cheerier subjects, my copy of Animal Farm arrived in the mail yesterday, courtesy of our friendly diary reader, The Mary. To think, a young woman getting married in only 3 days, took time out of her insanely busy schedule to send me a token of appreciation. And what have you sent? Nothing? Really, I’d be embarrassed to be reading this if I were you.

The traditional trade-off for sending me gifts has been a diary entry of dedication, but I’m not even sure that this is what The Mary wishes for. However, if this is what she wishes for, I feel confident she will leave me a note saying “Dammit, A.J. I bought you a gift, give me an entry!” in which case, an entry I will give her. If she does not wish for an entry, I imagine she won’t leave the aforementioned note. That is, unless she gets a sadistic thrill out of making me do things that she really doesn’t even want done, in which case, well, who knows.

Anyway, time spent on writing this entry is tantamount to time not spent doing more interesting things that I could write about in future entries, so I think that it’s best that I just go ahead and end here and invest in the quality of future diary entries. I know you understand.