Dear Diary,
Today was a good day. I got to see my new friend Nicole, and she's very dreamy. I hope that she'll let me pin her after the Fall Formal that's coming up. She's really swell. I got into a fight last night with a retard, and I felt bad about it, but what can I do? I understand that it's wrong, since he can't really fight back from his wheelchair, but it's just so easy. It's kind of like this newfangled war in Iraq thing that we're doing. Is it wrong to bomb a country repeatedly when they only seem to be armed with rocks and sharp sticks? Yes, but it sure is a lot of fun. I hope that this new fellow, Otis, turns out well. I remember a fellow named Otis that was on this television show I used to watch called "The Andy Griffith Show". The silly fool was constantly drunk! He had his own key to the cell in the police station! Rampant hilarity ensued, I assure you that!
I found out today that Gary Cherone and Kurt Cobain want me to be a mod. It made me feel all warm and squishy inside. I....kind of liked it. It made me feel nice at first, but after I thought about it and reflected, I feel so...dirty.
Help me become clean again, Diary. Please, help me.
Love,
Justsoyouknow