Dear Diary,
So, today I had to actually get out of my bed, because Harriet was pounding on my front door at seven in the morning. She wanted yogurt. YOGURT! And of course, I gave her some, because she's pregnant or whatever, I couldn't really tell. But then, that bitch laid her eyes on MY MAN. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that I saw the way she was looking at him. She just had this gleam in her eyes, like fireworks just went off in her heart or something. Sorry. I'm not really great at writing.
So then, Harriet runs out to the dome because she sees her husband or something, and touches it, and some sort of liquid starts pouring out from between her legs. Coffee? No. Her water just broke! Agh! And of course, she's all, "JULIAAAA!" And I have to run out there AGAIN, and drive her to the freaking clinic. Only we get robbed on the way there, by two handsome looking young gentlemen, and I can't help but wonder if they're single. I greet them with a subtle, "Hello, boys! Your mothers must be very proud." And they aggressively spit at me, "Shut the hell up, lady." Ah, teenagers. I look out the window, and to my surprise, BARBIE is standing there! Barbie! He scares off the intruders and saves my life, yet again. We take Harriet over to Alice, who delivers the baby along with Barbie's much needed help. I get to hold the baby for a second, and I can't resist how soft and cuddly this creature is. Would I make a good mother? Probably not.
Dale and I exit the room, leaving Alice to die and Harriet to eat her yogurt and admire her newborn child in heavenly peace. The first one born inside the dome, actually. He holds my hand as we walk home together, and I lightly kiss him on the cheek.
"I want one," I whisper to him. He just laughs at me, and doesn't say anything else the rest of the way home. Later, I shove him onto my bed and whisper "I was serious."
I think I need to stop writing now, because porn is not one of my strong suits.
Love, Julia. xx