h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

entry number 0000000000000000000001,

hello, I have a very importent news to you. thet is, to myself.
today I woke up filling a bit strange. Now i' know you will say "Im very sorry to disapoint you my dear friend but, it seems that every day for you is strange, so probably this day was just ordinary..."
and you probobly right. if its an ordinary morning than probobly somthing strange is going on.
And, infact, somthing stranged did happend.

you know, usualy i can feel a change, any change. if i wake up with a new hair on my nipple i can feel it. if a world war is happening in the far distance of the univers i can smell it.
If a...... well..... o.k. you get my point.
today i felt a diferent kind of change. it was a small change, but from the kind of changes that a butterfly makes in the far north. it efects the whole balance of the univers just by rubbing his.... nose.

at first i thought "Ho, well... nothing to worry about, after all, thay say this kind of things is what god mad of".
but that was just the time when i started to worry.
you see, when god is in the picture, it just cant be good.
Why? well, isnt that obvious ?
But then again, how can you realy trust whats obvious?
how can you realy trust anything ?
(o.k. you see what im talking about ? when i start talking like that, it just cant be good... s**t i hate god!!)

To make a long story ,short, i'll say that from some reason, an unknown reason, I desided that it would be best for me to announce this day as "the begining of the rest of my life".
and untill now i cant find anyconnection to my announcment and to the fact that i felt very strange to day (that is ordinary)...
i guess you can say, only god knows.
anyway, i'll see you next time.
dirk,
out.


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Hello Dirk... ~grin~... me hopes you don't mind me calling you Dirk... ~another grin~...

Me has just read your diary entry... and me admits that me had a strange feeling once... er... it was down below... if you get my drift... ~Greebo glances about nervously~... The vetman... gave me some stuff in a bottle to rub on.... cleared it up nicely... ~happy grin~... you can use whats left if you like???

~Greebo rummages in her Garfield backpack and produces a bottle of no particular colour~

it just mad you grin alot!

are you sure its safe ?

well Me, sand my regards to Ego
Dirk.

Me always grins... tis a tough job but someone has to do it... ~Greebo eyes the bottle she proffers~ er... me thinks its safe...

Oh... ~Greebo grins thoughtfully~... me is not sure me knows anyone called Ego.... had an Uncle Igor... but me not think you are talking about him... or are you?????

well... ~grin~ you are right someone have to do the tough job
any way, i guess the bottle cant be that bad... dont want to talk about the stuff in it ))
any way, i was hoping someone called Ego, becuase everyone is telling me:
"hay, dude, whats wrong with your Ego??"

and what am i suppose to tell them ??
i dont know any Ego myself!

Cool artcle you are a talented writer, visit my sie and see what you think.

Please... calle me Greebo... or Greebs... ~grin~

So... hmmm... this Ego character sounds odd to me... we both know of him... yet we don't know him...