Dear Diary
I have two words for you. Claude. Faustus. AKA : My future husband.
Alois Faustus. Sounds epic.
Claude Trancy?
Alois Trancy-Faustus?
Alois Faustus-Trancy?
Claude Faustus-Trancy?
The future Mrs Faustus. . . I mean .. . the future MR Faustus . . .
Great, now I sound like a Fanboy.
He's like. . .
The Romeo to my Juliet! The Sebastian to my Ciel! The Matt to my Mello! The Germany to my Italy! The Hannah to my Montanna! The Prince Eric to my Ariel!
I just can't help myself! His hair, it's just so dark and lustrous and soft. He almost has better hair than me! And I'm Alois Trancy AKA hair god! And let me tell you right now, his hair, it smells sooo good.
It's not like I know that because I crept into his room one time while he was asleep and smelt him . . .
Im serious!
. . .
It's been more than once. . .
Sleeping Claude smells amazing.
Almost like Awake Claude, but more sleep-ish. If you know what I mean. . .?
Mmmm.
. . .
Claude. . .
Nice.
Okay, so even though we're obviously destined to be married some day, and live in a small mansion with several children (they're going to be named: Claude Junior, Claude II, Little Claude, Claudius, Klaude, and the twin girls Clauderina & Claudella) Claude DENIES our burning passionate fiery love!
He says it's "Just an one-sided slight affection, that you'll be over soon."
He obviously doesn't think about how good-looking (and good-smelling) our children would be!
But don't worry, he's just a little bit oblivious about things such as these – He'l realise how totally wrong he was to deny our love . . . eventually.
. . .
And when that happens, he will be all mine ! And that means his ass will be all mine! And what a great ass it is.
Everything about Claude in general is great though, to be honest. But dayum, his ass. . .
Niiiiice.
I mean, even if he did call me fat, I still love him. (Which just incase your wondering, Im totally not fat anymore)
He only did it out of niceness !
He just didnt want me get any health risks like diabetes or something!
I mean, he never actually said anything like that . . . all he said was
"Your highness, You're fat. And I can't bear looking at you wearing your slut shorts- They show off all your leg fat. You jiggle when you do your little faggot dance. You disgust me in ways you'll never comprehend."
Yeah! That's totally it! He just was looking out for me!
See! He really does care about me!
It won't be long before he declares his undying love for me! Im so excited!
I should go practice my dancing, for all the times when we will dance romantically in the moonlight! (Which, Im sure, will be soon.)
I wrote a poem about Claude today; I call it Ode to Claude.
Claude Faustus.
Your last name looks like Faucet.
But you don't remind be of a tap.
You make me want to fap.
It's awesome, right!
I might add more later, but I'm currently Candy-deprived, and I don't want to make it sound weird.
And besides, I spent nearly four hours on it.
I'm gonna go show it to him now!
I hope he likes it!
Ciao for now,
Alois Faustus (Ps: Iv'e decided to go by my future name now)
AN
Oh Alois, you crazy child.
And hooray for other series refrences :D
Including Disney ones!