English class journal from 23 February 1993:

There is a disturbing trend out there that would probably really bother me if I knew what it was.

It is still my undaunted opinion that LeeAnn has a nice tush.

Sometimes, while hurtling through life, I find that my needs are best suited when I’m grumpy and uncooperative. Perhaps a bit disheveled. I often find that when I’m downwind of people I smell cigarette smoke, and I think, “That person has been either in the bathroom or the teachers’ lounge.”

The best of people are those who know when to say, “Thanks, but I don’t like rock fragments in my intestines, and I don’t think you should pressure me into smoking cheese.”

The worst of people are those who don’t understand what the best of people say.

Daily Hey Magic Number: 10