Thursday, Jun. 20, 2002
Dear Diary:

I was thinking today that if evolution happened really fast that by now, what with all the digging I've been doing, I'd look just like Edward Scissorhands--except that I'd have shovels at the end of my arms, instead of scissors.

Yep, you look at Edward and you look at me and you want to say WHOA separated at birth or what!!Oh yeah, I'd look just like Edward Scissorhands except that I'm a chubby 50 something woman and he's this really buff young guy.

And yeah, he's got this all black wardrobe, outrageous hair, and slightly tubercular gothy thing happening (whereas I tend to favour blue plaid shirts, my hair is nondescript and white, and right now I'm really tanned from all the gardening I've been doing).

But otherwise, I'd look just like Edward Scissorhands.

If evolution happened really fast.

Feel free to go back to whatever it was that you were doing.

--Marn

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