baggage's Diaryland Diary
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happy birthday, Marn!
Ahem. I say Ahem.
The following is a nifty pseudo-guest-writer-entry. Pay attention. Read on, and click on the link below for clarification. Heee!
This is not funny at all, dagnabit.
If I would have known, I never would have agreed.
He mentioned something about needing to wander the streets naked and asked me to guard his house from fans.
He has cats, he gardens-why not I thought?
Besides, how many fans can a short, bald Asian musician have any way?
I thought I recognized him at the airport. But, I was in denial. *It's just a a stroke of Bad Canadian Luck,* I said to myself. And he had this silly hat on so I couldn't get a good clear look, eh.
But, then, I walked into his living room and my mistake became apparent.
I am distraught. I am upset. I am...oh...I can't even say it. This is what I saw hanging up above the recliner. Look if you dare:
This, my dear friends, is Baggage.
Sigh.
Does he not look like Rod Stewart? I mean, so what if the face is perfectly round?
The resemblance is too much for me.
I mean, the pose, the hair, those insipid clothes...the rascal told me on the phone that he looked like Billy Idol!
If he looks like Billy Idol, then I have a butt.
At least one that isn't square.
This the last absolute time I try to do something nice for a musician, eh.
8:35 p.m. - 2001-05-21
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