November 5th 2006

Yesterday was the most important day of my life. I skipped stones at a filthy beach with Sandra Bullock for
about 13 or 14 hours until she passed out and then me and this local teenager named Skippy buried her
in the sand. I miss her sometimes. Then me and Skippy went to Canada and on the way I asked Skippy how
we became friends and he said he had no clue who I was and asked if he could get out of the car. So I let
him out somewhere in Maine and that was that. I decided not to go to Canada and I drove back to the beach
and dug Sandra out of the sand. Her and I went to TGIF and she made me pay because she said she makes
the worst movies ever and the waiter agreed.