Dear Die-ary...

Here is Dib flying through the air. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Mmm, I managed to go to bed just before 3am. I was orriginally making my way up to go to bed at 1am, when I felt like reading some jokes. Wow I wasted my time. So I woke up around 11:30. Fun! OK, I'm definately not doing that again, despite the fact it's already 11...yeah, yeah....... But it's Nikki's fault! She gave me a game and I find it hillariously weird! It's...um... I have it somewhere... ah here we go. It's called Hookup and I hear it has 3 different endings to it, and I've seen 2 already. It looks weird and girly, but it's really funny because you get to have a bitch fight with a plastic... and there's lesbos and gays and rumors of pregnancies, and... you just have to play the game. It's too funny. To actually think this happens in some people's day-to-day lives... Ha.

Well, I managed to get off that fat lump of lard stuck below my back, commonly known as my a$$ (hello, a$$, how you doin'?). I went to Poole, as I usually do. I was told my brother wanted some 'theatrical' fake chest hair, but he screamed off the idea. Ahem. Well, he got an Austen Powers wig, anyway. And Penfold glasses. Speaking of Penfold, I went into a petshop, and they had this manic hamster running on his/her/its wheel. I liked the hamster. But I couldn't have him/her/it, as Penfold would probably eat him/her/it. That's a lot of him/her/its...Anyway, instead I got some milk drops, as I think Penfold hasn't had any food for a week. Oops... But he's a happy little hamster now.

As I went around the... town(?) with my dad, some gits who I swear I know from my old skool, started stalking us. They were sitting on an ATM (don't know how that works, but they did it), stared at me, and before I knew it I had a few followers. I lost them when I ran up on the bridge, and overlooked an oncoming train. I don't care if they thought I was childish, because, I have to admit, I am. I am so very childish. AND IT'S FUN! So don't knock the childishness. So I lost the gits and went home. Happiness.

But while I was out there in that damned town, it terrified me. I saw many girl toddlers, wearing makeup and boots and their dolls had been replaced with handbags. I saw one teenager with her daughter. What has this world become?? I know, girls, that we are different to boys, but for heaven's sake, do we need to show it?? NO, we must fight back this horrible stereotypicalness! No more pink, handbags, sh1tty music, makeup, prostitution, and kissing other girls (unless if you're a lesbo... which is... I won't say anything)!! We must refrain from becoming carbon copies and become *good* inderviduals! Do you realise by this stereotype, we are, in a way, performing communism? I say 'in a way' because there is the case of bitch fights and sh1t... I will say no more about that. Destroy this stereotype! I know I am.

Destroy the girls! They deserve to be burnt in all their plasticcy horror!!!!! How flamable are they...?

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 11:12 PM