There was no reason for this entry

Sometimes I forget what a giant psychological burden I put on you diary readers when I go a few days without updating. My apologies. Now, on with the update.

Of course, to give a proper update I need a topic. It’s here that I’ve hit a snag. You know those nightmares you have where you go to the bus stop, but you seem to have forgotten your clothes? Well, that’s the nightmare I’m having right now, only the bus stop is a diary and the clothes are a topic to write about. But, you get what I’m saying.

Well, I’ve been out of college for nearly a month now; you knew I’d run out of conversational steam eventually. See, back when I was in college I could always fall back on the “You know, I REALLY hate my roommate” bit, but now I’ve got nothing to complain about. Well, except for the ending of Something’s Gotta Give, but that’s stretching it a bit.

I could just complain about the usual. You know, strange girls instant messaging me, the downfall of society, the taste of broccoli, but it seems a little unnecessary. I haven’t had a random female message me in a few weeks now, society doesn’t seem any worse off than usual, and broccoli is really quite healthy for you. It’s put me at a loss for words. You guys help me out when you do something stupid or outrageous. It makes for good writing material.

Well, this entry is proof that the time honored cliché “Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it,” applies to diary entries as well. I think at this point it’s pretty obvious I have nothing to talk about. Leave me notes of inspiration and maybe the next entry will be a bit better. Untill then, I remind you that every harsh word you say about this diary you are saying it about this guy:

So, really, take it easy.