i propose a theory: my diary entries cycle from meaningful to random as generations cycle from great leaders to losers.

ooh, looks like it's time for a random, mindless entry. dr. perruci cracks me up:

here i am.
i don't know who i am.
who am i?
does the world care?
no.
(from the gen-xers point of view)

take them out. they're losers. they'll die.
(poor gen-xers.)

they were never given that opportunity. their parents couldn't drive. they were stoned.
(gen-xers didn't have the luxury of soccer practice like us pampered millennials.)

this is the time. go have babies.
(advising us to have our children now, before they become a part of the next generation of losers.)

and one deep thought from dr. delemeester:

you go to burger king and cast your ballot. it's called dollar bills. that's how we vote for beef.

things i don't believe in (i'm sure i'm not the irrational one):
electronics
gravity
oranges
the weather