Dear Diary,
There is a bruise on my knee and I don’t remember getting it, but I’m sure it’s from The Destroyer. >.< He has a tendency to smash and punch and spill, or knock over anything in his path. The man could make crumbs from soup, I swear! But I love him, even though he’s all elbows half the time. He still makes me swoon.
Don’t judge me, Diary.
Love,
me
Dear Diary,
Today is Wednesday. That means it’s Burger Shack day! I love the Burger Shack. I think I’ll get one of their awesome salads, and maybe a BLT. And a toast! I wonder what The Destroyer will get… probably some kind of burger. He likes those.
Wednesdays are good.
Oh-so-hungrily yours,
me
Dear Diary,
It sucks when you care too much what people think of you, or when you let it matter too much to yourself.
Love,
me
Dear Diary,
It’s hot. We are not using the air conditioning yet today, because I think it’s good to get fresh air every now and then, no matter what the temperature is.
I might regret it later with all this Mississippi heat.
Love,
Me
