Dear Diary

I feel like ooky crap today. Which is strange because I hardly ever get sick (knock on every piece of wood in the whole wide world). I’m thinking that maybe it’s an improper diet. I have been eating rather oddly lately. I just feel run down. IDK. Hopefully, it will pass soon.

My room is becoming very neoplasticism-esque. It wasn’t intentionial at first. More subconscious I guess. But now, I’ve decided to make it a conscious effort. With the addition of the recent yellow it has really become very Mondrian-like. Primary colors are quite stylish. I think anyway.

I got that new Hendrix album about 3 months ago and I’m still listening to it every day. I can’t stop. I just automatically go to it. I don’t know what it is. Probably familiarity. Plus, he’s awesome. Was.

When I was watching the news this morning there was a blurb about some guy who had changed his name to Beezow Doo-doo Zopittybop-bop-bop. He got arrested on drug charges. Okay, first of all cool name. Kind of. And Second. duh. Somebody with that name is the most logical person to get arrested on drug charges. I don’t think that I would ever consider changing my name. It’s already the coolest guy’s name there is.

Today is National Radio Day.

These were the recommended tags for my blog post.


I thought the first one was funny. It was probably recommended because of that guy’s name. It has doo-doo in it. I have no idea where the third tag fits in.