dear diary,
i dont know why im talking to my diary, but
i think you should remind me to lay off the fucking
morphine for a while, because it is starting to get to
me & my pet guitar keeps shitting on the rug.
sorry, it did it again. gotta go.

P.S : remind me also to stop inviting that one girl that looks like lindsay lohan to play "flails, paddles & chains" in my closet, because my ass still hurts from the last "game" we played.

P.S.S : i figured out there was no lindsay lohan girl in my closet, it was my horny little guitar.

P.S.S.S : remind me again to get some more candy, since the little kids dont want to get in my van anymore.

P.S.S.S.S : dont write so many "s" on your P.S notes.
its a fucking diary log....hahaha i said LOG.
LOG LOG LOG LOG LOG