Dear Diary,
I'm tired. The Chocolate Factory is exhausting, the Oompa Loompas play tricks on me, and squirrels in the Nut Room be bitches. It's been a long week, Diary....but I stole some chocolate today and I'm making pudding!
XOXO, Melissa
Dear Diary,
Where the fuck that heavy cream ? Oh, my bad, it be right hur. I'm funna make some motherfucking cream puffs. Damn, I don' know how to work that oven. Sho', where my bitch be at? Harms! Make me a mutherfucking creampuff. SMILEY FACE.
XOXO, Rachel
Dear Diary,
Where the fuck that heavy cream ? Oh, my bad, it be right hur. I'm funna make some motherfucking cream puffs. Damn, I don' know how to work that oven. Sho', where my bitch be at? Harms! Make me a mutherfucking creampuff. SMILEY FACE.
XOXO, Rachel
Dear Diary,
This week I went on a date with a fireman. Turns out poles are now illegal in firehouses. And the firehouse didn't have a dalmatian....that's like peanut butter without jelly. He was sweet, and paid. I like this so far.
XOXO, Harmony
Harm, did you actually go on a date with a fireman? Because you didn't tell us and i expect a phone call for those types of things!
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