Yummy Yummy Worms

Dear Diary,

I seem to have pissed off like five people in less than 24 hours. I think this is a new record. I would never win Survivor. But I might win America's Next Top Model. You can be a total harpie and still win that.

EVERYONE MUST LIKE ME ALL THE TIME!!!!!!

That is all.

Love, Fluffy

Randomnity

Dear Diary,

Current loves:

judge judy
french techno
cheech and chong

Unlikely Lad

Dear Diary,

I have to admit that I'm just a little bit obsessed with Pete Doherty. You know, that waster of Libertines and Babyshambles fame? Or as he is better known in this country, that ugly dude who is dating Kate Moss? Maybe I'm just obsessed with the Libertines songs. Maybe it's the incredulity of him actually dating a supermodel. Maybe it's the glamorous crack addiction. Anyway, last night I was watching some Libertines on the netflix. And something about Pete Doherty looked familiar. Was it the necktie with no shirt look? No. The sallow, waxen skin? No. It was the guitar. Pete Doherty has the same guitar as the BHE. I found this strangely compelling, and so I decided to see if they have anything else in common. A comparison follows.


As you can see there is really no comparison. I think Pete Doherty should stop riding the BHE's style.

Love, Fluffy

Tales from the Crypt

Dear Diary,

It's not that I hate old people. It's just that they don't belong in the workplace. See, there is a crypt-keeper at my work, and she violates several of the rules I have for being old:

- she works
- she works in technology
- she has a blackberry
- she wears skirts that fall above the knee
- she cackles

Perhaps she has wandered away from the nursing home and in her demented state thinks that she is an analyst in a software company. Her family may not even know she's missing! If this is your mother/grandmother/great, great, great, great grandmother please come get her!!!

Love, Fluffy