Daily Rider Diarist Gifts

Public Transportation Communication

"I think the ants are mooning me again."

"Day 4,261... I don’t know how much longer I can survive. Still no signs of civilization. Food is scarce and I fear the wound on my ankle is infected. Still, all this pales in comparison to the horror of having to be anywhere at any particular time."

'Sorry, but we're not compatible, Jim. You keep a diary, and I blog on the Internet.'

"Hoora! I made it through another day!"

Professional woman in pub

Collected works

"What was the point of writing a blog that nobody else could read?"

Samuel Pepys' writer's block

"Of course I try to communicate with him - I update my blog almost daily."

Snake Blogging,

'Make me a bunch of appointments that I won't be able to keep.'

'Hurry up, I'm dying to use the blog'

"It started out as the Great American Novel. Then The Great American Screenplay. . . Short Story. . . Blog Post. . . And now I've got it edited down to a Tweet."

'I've only just learned to read, and I'm already on page twelve of my sister's diary.'

"I'm doing a think piece on me."

'All my opinions are posted on my online blog.'

'If you want to brag about yourself, start a blog.'

'Dear Diary, well, you never know. Today I led the stampede. Imagine my surprise when I found myself out there in front, all alone. Dreams to still come true...sometimes.'

Happiness is blogging the first days of summer.

'Oh, I am SO going to put this on my blog!'

Off to work.

Anais Nin.

'Don't you have anything more recent? I've already read what you just confessed on your blog.'

'Quit fooling with that stupid blog and do some REAL writing!'

'Can my own tweets be used against me?'

Dear Diary. . . New Year's Resolutions: lose weight, drink less, spend less on clothes. . . stop kidding myself!

"Dear Diary, finished reading the novel, got a bit of weeding done, had 'The Big Conversation' with the wife… HA! Just kidding. Slept."

"I'm bored. I think I'll post something online that destroys my career prospects."

"I've learned to express my anger through my writing instead."

"Dear diary, what the heck did you do with my car keys?!"

'Mom calls this a diary where you write private thoughts no one else can see. What fun is that?'

'No, the Patriot Act doesn't make it all right for you to read your sister's diary!'

"When I grow up I want to be a journalist. I love sneaking around and reading journals."

Like every Tuesday, Dirk spends the evening working on his biography on Wikipedia.