I should write in my diary. I should write in my diary. I should write in my diary. Yes. Yes. Yes.
This is my song. It's zippy. Say that with me, "zippy." Zzzzzzippy.
I'm a freak. Yes I am. Bob your head now! I'm a freak. Yes I am. I'm a freak. Yes I am. I'm a freak. I'm a freak. Yes. I. Am.
Zzzzzippy. Zuh. Zuh. Zzzzzzzzzippy. Zip. Zip. Zip.
I don't think I could ever marry a day-trader. Or a wrestler. But maybe a nanny. Or isn't a male nanny called a manny? Could I marry a manny? Maybe.
Mad About You just informed me that Jack Kerouac died of a stomach hemorrage while opening a can of tuna fish. I don't like tuna fish.