Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

This week I realized that the real world is hard. Too hard for me. I walked all over the city trying to find a job. Now my bum hurts! So I will spend the rest of my Labor Day weekend in a t-shirt and underpants. Not being an adult is the best! Off to buy ice cream now! Phish Food!

XOXO, Melissa

Dear Diary,
Today I realized that wearing liquid eyeliner means committing to a day of pain, misery and suffering. Have you ever seen the scene in Indiana Jones and The Raiders of The Lost Ark where that Nazi(s) face melts off? That happened to me when I was driving-but with my make-up, so everybody driving next to me thought I was crying uncontrollably, which I was, but not because I was sad, but because it felt like Satan was pissing in my eyes. I then started to cry because I realized I hated traffic. Then I realized I was a loser. I had a good day :)
XOXO, Katie

Dear Diary,

This week I learned that The Game of Life is nothing like life. I would never throw a charity ball for an athlete. I don't even play tennis!!! I also learned that Mojitos taste like a alcoholic garden. Mmmmmmm. Can't wait to go gardening again!

XOXO, Rachel

Dear Diary,

My feet hurt and I wish I had servants. Why do heels look so pretty yet hurt so much? This week I got a home, now I shall make it to my liking. Wish me luck!

XOXO, Harmony