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Yes, I'm incognito again. Just a safety precaution. Dear Diary, I didn�t think of you all day. Sorry about that. Then I went to see Bridget Jones�s Diary, which reminded me that I hadn�t written in you all day. The movie was good. It was funny and it was sad. I bought myself a Kitty Fun Barbie. I hadn't bought a Barbie for myself since I was 10 years old. That was many moons ago indeed. But I can�t take my new Barbie out of the box to play with. I watch Antiques Roadshow, ho. I know what playing with toys will do to the value of them. So Kitty Fun Barbie. It comes with a cat, Marshmallow. The cat carrier turns into a litter box. The cat really goes pee in the litter box, the litter box really has litter, and Barbie has a little scoop to scoop out the clumps. Who the fuck comes up with shit like that? Damn, I had some interesting crap to write about, but I�ve fucking forgotten it. Bollocks! Love,
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