Dearest Diary,
Well, after so many years of ugly people getting on my every last nerve, I decided to try to take some of my anger and put it into writing - instead of another hole in Esme's wall. I do apologize for that again, by the way. Even though it was Emmett's fault- he knew that putting 'fake poo' on the seats of my BMW would provoke me in some way. I still don't see what's so amusing to him about it.
Like today- Emmett thought it would be funny to teach Renesmee how to play practical jokes. First, he put super glue on poor Carlisle's chair so that when he sat down and tried to get up again, they'd rip right off like a pair of those pants that basketball players wear. Well, it worked, and now Alice is furious because she always said those were 'the perfect pants' for Carlisle. She had bought them way back in the early years of Bloomingdale's and couldn't wait to give them to him.
But now Emmett is paying the price, because Alice predicts "karma will bite him in his granite-white ass". He's constantly paranoid since he doesn't know when it's coming and I have to say, THAT in itself, is a rather amusing thing to watch.
Speaking of watching things, that reminds me- I need another mirror for our bathroom. The three in there already just don't do me justice.
I will let you know how this situation with Alice and Emmett turns out. Until then….
Yours truly,
Rosalie Lillian Hale
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Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who has decided to read this. This is my first time ever uploading any sort of writing material, so don't be too harsh, but i wouldn't mind some constructive criticism. Again, thanks for reading and enjoy!
