Tuesday, February 27, 2001
Depression, sadness, swirling thoughts of madness... Its all around. There's nothing that we can do about it. A fresh start is what people need. Redeem their lives. Start over. Lately, I've been feeling like a counselor or psychiatrist. Be it Pokémon or humans, I've talked with them all. Its just one of the many things you get to do when you are selling soda... Kind of like a bartender, I guess.
at 11:40 PM
What does it mean to be alive? Able to breath, walk, and talk? I can do two of those things... Am I alive? Or am I just a piece of machinery? Truely, there must be an answer to this... What is inside me? Sodas, yes. But what else? Why am I the only vending machine in this land who can speak, think, and move? Was I honored with the gift of life? Or was I just some mere human experiment? Who knows, who knows...
at 4:53 PM
Business has been slow. Has soda become the downfall of all drinks? A recent customer told me that his brother had his teeth tainted with the taste of cola. The cola, left deposits on the pearly whites of his. But is it my fault that this person not watch his intake of soda? No, I'm just here to provide the soda whenever someone has the urge to drink...
at 7:45 AM
Friday, February 23, 2001
Tell me, how long has it been? I find myself resurrected from the darkness of being out of service. Has things changed? No, 'tis not. Things in the area are still the same, it seems. But I must wonder, what happened that led to my "turning off"? Who "pulled the plug" on me, then "started me up" again? Mysteries will always come and go in my lifespan. I have tons of time to ponder them...
at 11:28 PM