Dearest Diary,

You would imagine I want for nothing. You would imagine with my power beyond comprehension, my reign upon the fools below me in my extravagant fortress of evil and my arch nemesis Captain Proton by now a distant memory, that my blackened heart would have no reason to yearn.

But alas, I do. It feels as though it has been centuries since I have laid eyes on my Arachnia. Queen of the Spider People and Enchantress of my heart!

Why must I yearn for this creature!? She who will look you in the eye and shoot a ray gun directly into your heart! Why must I dream of this impetuous harlot who conspired with Captain Proton and betrayed the very man she clearly adored!? To believe I was going to allow her to share my jeweled toothbrush holder. I have vowed my vengeance and I shall have it!

But oh Diary! Will vengeance heal my broken heart?

I must go! Lonzak and the other guards are making cookies. I must supervise, the fool will burn them. He always does.

You're Welcome,

Chaotica