Dear Diary,

Today was pretty awesome. I got a new order of Legos- for free, 'cause I invented that shit- and was assembling them, when Icey comes in the room! I'm all like, "Hey lameo :)" and he glares at me for a sec, then he... Wait for it... ASKED WHAT I WAS DOING. Yeah! It was almost like he was actually interested! I told him it was this Harry Potter set thing (England got me into that stuff), and... Ready? READY?! He SAT DOWN AND MADE IT WITH ME! Ja! True story! WE WERE TOTALLY BONDING!

He's still lame though.


Dear Diary,

I was having a perfectly happy day. Until I woke up to remember I live with Denmark. I walked into the room casually with a bowl of Cheerios in my hand...when I saw...you aren't going to believe this, Brother Dearest and Denmark. On the floor. Playing with Legos. What. The. Hell. He's not allowed to go anywhere near Denmark...it's like Denmark is trying to take me away from my own brother by mocking me! By playing Legos with him!

He's still a bastard.