2003-10-13 - 6:15 p.m.

Three entries in one day. Crikey, I'm going to give myself a hernia at this rate. And I don't even know what a hernia is! So, I'm really starting to miss Blink 182. What's happened to them? They were the biggest band in the world and they just mysteriously vanished. In an imperceivable way I pine for their unique brand of punk Lite silliness. They had such catchy little tunes. Rock Show! Damnit! What's My Age Again! All gold. I want them to come back and entertain me. I'm living an extended adolesence and I need their sincere tales of girls and prank phone calls. Where are those jolly japesters when I need them? I think it's time to don trenchcoat and search for clues. Could Greenday be caught up in this strange case? They've been suspiciously quiet as of late. Is Mark E Smith killing off the teeny punk bands? The Coldplay wallpaper is closing in on me. I need scotch. I'm going to call Agent Snoop Dogg, and track down Mark Hoppus and the other two. Snoop knows the word on the street. I don't have a fucking clue what I'm going on about know and I'm going to stop. No, fuck it. I'm going to keep rambling. It's a slow day at the office and I'm seriously concerned that Blink 182 have ran out of ideas. If they come back with a new direction I will cry. They must stay true to themsleves. Thirty year old men CAN still moan about homework and whether or not that cute chick in the Weezer t-shirt will come to the drive thru with them. I want John Hughes to make a new teen movie, so show them how it's done, and I want Blink 182 to have a new song on the soundtrack. That would make my day. Teenagers are just as marginalized and pissed off as they were in the 80s and we need the master to return!

Two incredibly strange things just happened. Their was a message on my ansafone saying "Hi Mike, this is Rosanna Gowrie and I'm trying to give you a mobile today, Mike." I can't remember the rest, but I presume it's a wrong number as I want nothing to do with mobiles (phones or the things above babies cribs do you suppose?) or the curious Ms Gowrie who I've never heard of. Seconds after I deleted the message, a black cat came strolling out of my bedroom. Seriously, I'm not making this up. I don't know whose it is or how it got a)into my house b)upstairs or c)opened my door. It's jet black and hatless. If I keep it I'll call it Norman, even though it looks like a girl. Today just gets weirder and weirder. Blink 182 are planting cats in my room. Oh, the humanity.

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