"Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in my Armpit One Midsummer Morning", four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos is reported to have been 'disappointed' by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his twelve-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate bid to save life and civilization, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Redbridge, Essex, England, in the destruction of the planet Earth." - Douglas Adams. The End.
 

[2003-12-26@4:05 p.m.]
[The End.]

Well...I guess this could be my last entry on Diaryland. I've switched over to LiveJournal (http://www.livejournal.com/users/nofx_rhomb/) so feel free to visit me.

I feel a kind of sadness to leave this place and an almost sense of infedelity to begin a new diary at LJ. But all great things must come to an end, and apparently not so great things.

So I leave you, dear diary, in hopes of meeting again one sunny day, don't know where, don't know when.

"But that was then and this is now.... And that's a lamp, and those are boobs..."- Family Guy.

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