Dear Diary,
Happy Life Day, I guess…anyways, this fucking sucks! I'm cold, tired, pissed off, and I'm visiting mom with Rey and DJ. Surprisingly, the food doesn't suck nerfherder balls.
The problem is the LARGE FREAKING AMOUNT OF IT! I've had lobster bisellian, rankweed, roasted porg, sushi, deep fried gorg, sardine fritter, nerf stew, even MORE stew, and bread, bread, and MORE bread.
Great, now my diet to become swole and shredded is ruined… Thanks a lot, mom, you bitch!
Oh, I forgot to mention that the flight sucked. Rey took dad's old ship and dragged me and DJ for the ride.
"Isn't it great?" she asked us.
I faked a smile while screaming internally. I want to puke just sitting here and looking at the pictures of dad, Uncle Luke, and grandmother.
At least, there was a lot of pictures of grandfather, so at least there was SOMETHING to prevent me from stabbing myself with my lightsaber.
My FUCKING BITCH OF A MOTHER had the guts to call me Ben and dote over me like I was some stupid little kid while Rey and DJ laughed at me. I hate everyone.
I also experienced the "joy" of snow. Guess what? It SUCKS! It was like sand and it deserves to die in a horrific fire.
Rey was like a little kid in the snow, dancing around and getting the snow stuck in her hair. It was really cute…I mean, it was too damn cold for me to focus! I want to throw a lightsaber in her adorable face!