Dear Diary,
I decided to be less of an asshole and not tell Norge I know his little Lego fetish. ...Yet. Naturally I was going to bring it up EVENTUALLY, but we still haven't really settled down from having Sealand join us. ….Speaking of which, does that make us the Nordic 6? FFFFFFFFFFFF THAT DOESN'T HAVE AS MUCH OF A RING TO IT!
MOVING ON. I swung by the convenience store (not to laugh over how stupid Norway looks in his uniform, psh, no way) and saw that there's this new type of cereal out. That shit looked DELICIOUS. But there were so many flavors... Strawberry, raisin, almond, cinnamon, and like, 4 more. I just had to buy them all! Norge wasn't working the counter when I checked out, so he didn't see... But he did when he got home.
And he was pissed.
He growled somethin' about "wasting money" and "taking up space." He probably just had his panties in a twist because now he has less room in the cereal cabinet for those effing Cheerios of his. He doesn't even like the frosted kind! Just the plain ones! Weirdo.
But he makes weird look sexy.
Dear Diary,
He bought...I don't even know how many boxes. Six, seven of them? It's taking up space...wasting our money...I swear, I won't have any money left for butter when Christmas comes around.
How did I miss him when he went to the convenience store? He's quite noticeable...
So Iceland hasn't been around lately. I'm getting worried...what if he's with that Asian boy again? What's his name...Hong Kong? He better not be doing anything with him. Iceland is MY little brother. Not his...Wait. What if Iceland's...gay? He needs to stop hanging around that Dane...Or it must run in the family. Wait. Why'd I say that? Damn it. Well now I regret writing in pen.