Dear Diary, Day 4 I don't know what happened to day one or day two or day three. but we wont remember those days. they were really BAD!
Dear Diary, Day 5 My friend poked my stomach today and killed my baby. yeah this lady started looking at us funny.
Dear Diary, Day 6 Bob killed my friends today at a resonable price by dialing the number located on the television screen in your living room. how do we know its there, we just do. why did you kill my friends bob? i have to go and grab bob, i have to go and grab my ducky cookie cutter and go in a corner. bob waas the name of that cookie cutter but no. not anymore. it has become MR. DUCKY the ducky cookie cutter.
Dear Diary, Day 7 I like cd mixes. they are like trail mixes and mixed candy and other types of mixes.
Dear Diary, Day 8 i learned something today. i can fly. but shhhhh u can't tell any one. its a supper power i have aquired and if u tell any one they might try and take it from me. u know "they" that's right the one's in the pretty white coats. see i use to have all kinds of supper powers and then my therapists made the people in the pretty white coats take them all away but they missed one. i can fly now. tee hee. flying is fun. but shhh they can't have my flying powers not this one its a secret so sh
ThhSkyIsFalling · Sun Apr 29, 2007 @ 11:19pm · 1 Comments |