is the word 'diary' better than the word 'blog'? probably not.
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The Parable of the Hotdog Bun.
Years ago, on the eve of one of the very important exams of his graduate career, M had his girlfriend sleep over with him. He was nervous and kept tossing and turning. This kept her awake, so she kept tossing and turning. Her tossing and turning enraged him, as it seemed to be the thing that was keeping him awake. At some point she got tired of the situation and got up to make an early breakfast (a very early breakfast, like around 4 am). Then M became enraged that she was banging around the kitchen, attempting to make scrambled eggs or something, as this seemed to be what was keeping him awake. He got out of bed and started screaming about noise, etc. She said she was hungry and couldn't sleep. He opened the refrigerator, grabbed the first item he saw (a hotdog bun), and screamed, violently, "WHY DON'T YOU EAT A HOTDOG BUN!", took a huge bite out of said hotdog bun, threw the rest of the bun at her, and retreated back into his room, slamming the door.
Of course that didn't make him feel better. Instead, added to his anxiety over the exam was the realization that he was now in big trouble with his girlfriend.
He passed the exam. He's a professor at a college. He is now married to the girlfriend. Sometimes things work out despite all our best attempts to fuck them up.
But still, next time you are about to take out your own legitimate frustration on some undeserving person you love, why not just scream "WHY DON'T YOU EAT A HOTDOG BUN?!" I'm fairly certain that that would make things better, if only because who could really scream such a thing without laughing?
8:40 p.m. - September 19, 2004
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