Well, Thats where its At.

Going to my aunts today.

I gotta go shopping tomorrow
I gots to buy lots and lots of things.
Fun eh?
I have money too.
I just discovered:
[£35] big ones. In my
multi [C]oloured
button purse.
Im happy about that.
I intend on buying some sexy
Green
Contact Lenses.
With that money.
And the rest, my mommy will give me.



Oh yeah, and I found some more of my daddies Porno!

Yay for that.

He doesnt even fucking try to hide it.
Well, even if he did
Ide find it ;)
and like, he'll still be a pervert.
God, I hate him.

Its not even nice porn.
Its fat men in panties
Jerking off
To some stupid cuntgirl
wearing disgusting underwear
sometimes shes not wearing anything
but shes gross
so
its not nice at all.
Why does he do this?
Faggot.

*[Mally Opens A Word Document]*

So this is not the totally conventional way of writing a diary. But then again, what is?
My last diary was a tragedy. And so I gave up on the whole “splatter your soul all over some pages in some book” after my mother discovered it. Lets just say she wasn’t too happy with the content of my soul. But I always thought the book was pretty.
All in the name of literature I say.
So its goodbye book, and hello new age technology. The diary whore is back with a vengeance. And this time a keypad, an empty word document and a handy dandy floppy disk. Mahwah AND its password protected. Stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it. God I love the twenty-first centaury. Oh man, I totally forgot how to spell “Twenty” and “Century”, but luckily for me, I have spell check. **Beams**
I’ve always read these trashy novels written in diary form (the princess diaries = hence the name?) and they’ve always intrigued me to some extent. So then I thought “I want one” and so, now I do. Not that >this< is ever going to get published and sell in bookstores nationwide for billions. Heh. Right. There’s nothing interesting about this. It’s only my life. I'm not a princess, I don’t have long blonde hair, I don’t have a secret passionate affair with my math tutor, I don’t slit my wrists and drink my own blood, I don’t have magical powers, I don’t have any exciting stories to tell. I don’t do dieting, I don’t do matching clothes. I don’t do popularity. I don’t do…I don’t actually do much. Nope.

w[o]w.

Am I really getting Bored of this [place.] >

Is it because I have a L.i.f.e. [?]

More [A]wesome than the one Ive created On the [Internet?.]

Why, this cannot be true.

Fucking Lame ass Cunts.

She's a Nervous [Nervous.] Nervous WreCK

Will and Grace is Love <33333


Grace: Karan! I really think you should go out with him, go on its okay!
Karen:oooh I dont know sweetie, Im nervous.
Jack: Dont be nervous Karan, its easy. its just like learning to ride a bicylce *pause* Naked. *pause* With the seat off.

*whole table stares*

will: Your never allowed to borrow my bike ever again.

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will: come on jack, lets try the back door?
jack: will truman! coming onto me at a time like this!!

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karan: you thinking what im thinking?
jack: well i dont know, are you thinking about how it would feel like to haev spiderman spray spiderman web spray on you?
karan: okay thats just freaky
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Catch Me. Im Falling.

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In His Arms She Fell.

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Fuck


I had some good wholesome shit to add onto my elftown house but these motherfucking presentation limitiations wont allow me to do that.
That is pissing me off.