Journal Entry- April 15th, 2000- 10:00pm
[Private to Self]
Aahhaaaaa a tornado has struck my room! Well- It feels like it, I’ve got crap everywhere! Ugh… I am not touching this mess- nope. Mum can worry about it. Oh- so much left still to do… and I got work tomorrow! Cripes! I can’t seem to get anything done fast enough- not at all. There is still so much left to do!!
Oh and look- another article from the Prophet my mum is shrieking over. I stole it, after hearing her screaming to my Dad- went down to investigate and stole it before she burned it in the stove. Ah, Miss Skeeter- how you are so very sad and delusional. How your poor existence is merely a mockery of your sad secret wishes. Enjoy that big mouth of yours while you can…. Oh how I wish I had your personal address…. I’d go there right now and charm the paint on your house a bright neon YELLOW. Stupid bloody no-good big mouth! OH cripes here comes Mum. Better give up the goods…ahahaaa… wonder if she’ll stay in here long and rant to me about trashy literature and how I’m too young to read such filth. Sometimes that woman scares the daylights out of me. I hope I do the same for her from time to time. Heh!
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[Private to June]
You have my permission to whip me, shackle me in irons and hang me by my toes! I’ve slipped on meeting with you… today- I’ve, well there is no reason to forget you… and for that I must be whipped I say! WHIPPED!
I am really sorry I've overlooked finalizing plans to meet with you. However, I am wanting to have that picnic still. Tomorrow? Any day? It doesn’t matter when-I’m shoving off from work to take you away! And I must do this, you see, because I’ve been a right old wanker, and teased you rotten last we spoke, and for that I am sorry and have to make it up to you.
Forgive me before I die a painful, June-less death!
Ok- so, picnic? When can I come get you?
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