I'm so hot.

Seriously.

Deny it, I dare you.

I bet you haven't heard from me in a while? You know the guy with his face on his shirt.

I wear that shirt all the time.

It's because I'm so pretty, I wanted to show my prettiness to the world. Twice.

So I got my face on my shirt.

Damn I'm so awesome.

I hate fourth graders.

And my family.

And people who are terribly jealous of my good looks.

All the girls are too scared to ask me out in case I reject them. I've rejected twelve so far.

Bet you're so jealous.

I know I'm cool. You don't need to shout it out.

Aw god I love my life.

I remember one time I took a picture of Marsh the Darsh's mom's boobs into the bushes and had fun times.

Fun times.

I am so awesome I'm actually on the top of my Christmas list.

I bet I'm on everyone's list.

I was number one on The List the little Fourthies made. It's true, whatever they say is a lie.

Don't you just want to be me?

I bet you do.

Want to hear my life story? I'll tell you it anyway.

The guy with my face on my shirt.