Dear Journal,
December 23
I had my birthday party today. It was fun; five different people came over. I've never had that many people over all at once! Although I don't think anyone else really enjoyed pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey like I did. The person who played the donkey somehow managed to get his eye poked out. After that everyone wanted to play tag, but I made sure we stayed inside so we didn't disturb my neighbor, Mr. Crawford.
I felt kinda bad though since everyone kept wanting to go outside and play; one man even tried to break down my door! I fixed him though. He's part of the door now.
Anywho, the dark haired woman was the first to lose. She got caught up in some of the ropes I had hanging from the exposed rafters, then quit. Another ran headlong onto my stake collection. Who does that? It looked like it hurt him a lot, so he quit, too. The last one tried to hide but all I had to do was follow the pretty, pretty crimson. He looked really funny with just stumps for arms, almost like the insect he was.
I used my rubber mallet to tag him with, but he didn't get the game of tag! He tried to crawl away (I think I broke his knees when I tagged him). It didn't work to well and he was really slow so I went ahead and tried to show him that when I tag him he's "it". It didn't work and his head exploded since it was to complicated for him to comprehend.
Oh well next party I throw will be better... and hopefully not as messy. This is going to take hours to clean up...
John
AN: This is my first story so I'm working out some spacing issues, if you have tips (i.e. It would be better to space here also; Don't space there, etc.) please let me know. Don't worry about being rude or mean; unless you're trying to be supercilious, it won't hurt me. Thanks to XxspecialsomethingxX for telling me to start spacing! Yes, I am one of those people who tries to credit anyone and everyone who helps me. It just felt weird since it was a journal/dairy entry...