Hey look it’s the new year. I can’t believe it. Every year I think it’ll never happen, we’re all gonna die and that’ll be the end of it. And somehow every year I’m dissapointed. You would think somebody would have pushed the button by now, or some crazy terrorist would have made it past a sleeping security guard somewhere and busted out some crazy anthrax. I stopped posting in this diary because I was really counting on terrorism to come through this year so I figured why bother. It’s too bad I’m not a terrorist really, because I have all kinds of crazy ideas they could use. Like strapping bombs to M.C. Hammer, that one’s fool proof. Or I could put thumb tacks on every chair in the county, which may not kill anyone, but it’s a start, and that’s what the terrorist need, is a good start. I’m gonna go deflate all my neighbors car tires, and when I get back I’m gonna redecorate the kitchen. Maybe a nice floral pattern, to compliment the hardwood country cabinets. If you have any beautification suggestions feel free to drop a line. Or even if you have some good terrorism strategies, somebody’s gotta stir something up. It’s like I’m the only one who cares anymore. - Robot Frank Robot Frank I love you so much and its because you always teeter on the brink of insanity. Maybe one day I will give up my life and join your Robot Army to help you on your life mission…ROBOT SUPREMACY!

Well hello everyone. Its 2004 now. Super. SeanPiotrowski.net is kinda down today. Some horrible things have happened recently and I can’t help but feel this way. There is no way around it. I don’t know what to do…

On a more positive note I’ve begun my mind control operation in my bid to take over the world. What is it you ask? Simple:

You see I’ve gotten everyone addicted to the game Amplitude for PS2. Not only does the game give you seizures after 10 minutes of play it also programs your mind to follow my every command. So far 1985 and Skanko have fallen victim to its clutches. They will be my Sargents of Doom. Why? Because they are my first two mind control victims, meaning that they have been exposed longest to my reprogramming process and will make excellent followers. Next on my list, Frank. He bought the game today and will soon also be under my control. It kinda reminds me of that episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where everyone on the Enterprise started playing this video game and they all became brain washed except for Wesley Crusher and Ashley Judd (yes THAT Ashley Judd) who had to bring Data back to life so he could invent this special flashing flash light that unbrainwashed everyone. God Damn Star Trek… Britney Spears you are such a retard. I still hate you even though my mom bought me your 2004 Wall calander. DAMN IT I WILL NEVER BREAK FREE OF YOU…

I slept at work today for 4 hours. God I love Help Desk duty…

Emril your Roasted Garlic Sauce is amazing please keep mass producing it for me and John so we may consume it once again…

I have nothing else to share…

Till next time…”This is the end of the world. Its time we saw a miracle come on its time for something biblical…”

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“Here I demonstrate why Wooza used to always call me ‘Lurch’ “So New Years was a blast. Had a good time. Many interesting photos so lets get to them:

Here on the left we have our Hostess, Sister In-Law 1985, showing her dog, Duncan, how to properly eat. To our right we have Mrs. 1985 showing us why she was a model for Jerry’s Kids back in the 70’s…

One of the best places to be around me is below my waist line. This picture gives you the sensation as if you were actually below it. Hey since you’re down there… The other picture shows me getting even with Duncan. You see he bit Turbo after Turbo showed him much love and effection all night. So I showed Duncan how I do things. I eat dogs that bite my Turbo…

What you don’t know about 1985 is that he is a sorcerer of fire. On the left he summons his lord and savior, Diablos Keeper of the Unholy Flame. On the right 1985 releases the spirit of Diablos Keeper of the Unholy Flame out of his right nostril as Mrs. 1985 is uncontrolably turned on…

Apparently I felt the need to plug up Turbo’s nose for his own safety. After that I had no choice but to give into the temptation to sample the fruits of Turbo’s nostrils. By the way they were mighty tasty…

At one point in the night Kay tried to scare me with her scariest frog face. You see Kay wants to work in haunted houses as a scare-er. As I am not one to discourage people from pursuing their life long dreams I pretended the best I could to be afraid of her frog face. I think I fooled her. There were treasures to be found on the streets of NYC on New Years. Chad and 1985 found two back packs full of fabulous treasures. That my friends is a story for another time…

This is John Jones. But you can call him Petty Officer Jones. He’s in the Navy. He is as drunk as a sailor, literally. He asked me if I knew his friend Gerard. I said I didn’t. He replied, “Neither do I”. At this point he asked me if I enjoyed Hilary Duff. I said she was a fine lookin’ piece of Jailbait. He told me he would happily go to jail for anything he did to her. After hearing this I realized I was proud to have this man defending me and my country at sea. So to honor Petty Officer Jones I place you upon my great wall of fame, the wall of fame that is SeanPiotrowski.net. Petty Officer Jones I salute you… Well my friends as you can see we all had a good time in NYC. I hope you all had a good time with your respective New Years. Also, Sister In-Law 1985, I did not mean to discourage you with my negative comments about your recent writings. My hope was to encourage you to live a more exciting less married like life. Also add the ass grab into that as well for the Tanquery told me it would be a good idea to do so to help you on your way to a better more exciting tomorrow…

Skanko Shows us SeanPiotrowski.net is err…#1Till next time…”Your love is a razorblade…”

Black Shirt, Black Jacket, Black Bam Shoes, Grey Pants, Grey T-shirt, and Cigar. Thats how SeanPiotrowski Celebrates a New Year
Thats right Check the time on this post. 5:32 AM on January 1, 2004. Just got back from New York. We decided not to stay. We got plenty of photos and hoopla to talk about tomorrow. Hope you all enjoyed yourselves. I’m glad I didn’t have to use my terrorism whistle. I’ll be back with the full New Year’s Report