I’m really upset right now by one of my friend’s actions towards me. And I guess all of the crap he’s been trying to pull has left me questioning my entire existence.
I’m wondering- is corn really that great?
I know it makes you feel good, but so do drugs. Moreover, drugs are bad, mmkay?
There are so many things you can contract from corn, for example, when they irrigate crops or when bugs get in it or food poisoning. One time on the classic Nick TV show “Pete and Pete,” little Pete ate some Krebsco Creamed Corn and had to get his stomach pumped while Luscious Jackson played at a school dance. I think. Maybe I’m jumbling things together. I DO remember Ellen and Nona, and little Pete’s radio show. And Artie, Petunia, and his dump truck shaped scab.
Anyways, my point is- how can something make you so happy and tear you apart so much. Corn makes me feel so many things that I should NOT be feeling at this ripe age. Feelings too complex to describe in something as meager as a Xanga post. *sigh*… I’m just doing some soul searching and I can’t decide whether or not corn is going to be a part of my life when this phase passes. Until I make that decision, I don’t think it would be fair to have any corn. I don’t like being a tease. I have a headache. I wonder, will I dream?
What I need you to do is be there for me, tell me what to do. Help me bring corn back into my life and restore my faith in something I’ve loved so much. Please. I need this. | 
my last entry was pretty depressing. I've since found myself, and I've become recaptivated with corn. it's still the best thing I've ever experienced. the feeling of it is so amazing. it still wows me, all of the corn I've shared with numerous people. and people that I'd like to have corn with in the future.
