Ahh, yes, I'm BACK! For more. Sorry, guys. The plot bunny was found. Maybe, anyway. But this was too good a story to be wasted!
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Wednesday, October 15th(I know, two entries in one day!)
You know, I was just thinking. It's kinda creepy, but Mia and I are a lot alike.
We both keep journals. We both like Josh. Though of course, I'm better, since I've got Josh. God, Josh is so hot. And he smells so great. You know, I actually got him that cologne he always wears? Okay, well, I got two bottles. You know? So I can smell him. You know, whenever I want. It's not like a crime or anything. In case you forgot. Or anyone forgot. I AM his girlfriend. But whatever.
Sadly, though, I don't think Josh is so hot anymore. Sure he smells hot. God, he is hot. But I was just reading this book, dammit, I forgot the title. Anyway, this guy in the book's got dark hair and eyes and all that. So I was thinking- how hot would it be to have a boyfriend with the hair and eyes the color of chocolate? Yummy! And the pug-girl's brother, sadly, fits that description. He's so goddamn bookish, though. Sadly.
Anyway. We both like Josh, we both write in journals, we both have blonde hair. Well, sort of. Mine's that perfect platinum-honey-strawberry shade, and well, hers looks sort of…well…dingy. You know? Mousy. Dishwater blonde. I think that's the term. But mine's straight and hers is kind of gross. Well, okay, it's like, really gross. Triangle-shaped like. You know? Anyway.
And we have to go to the same school and wear the same outfits every day! (Too bad they don't make any shirts small enough to fit her chest. Poor baby!) God, I should have been the princess. Godammit, my life is boring. And simple, and plain.
Why on earth is MY daddy the one with the boring businessman job? I'm sure Daddy could have gotten his way and been a prince. If he wanted it. But all he does is sit on his ass all day and make phone calls or play golf while wearing seriously mismatching clothes. But whatever.
Still. I'd definitely capture William's heart. And then it's all royal bliss.
But would I have to go to church? I heard that one of Will's ancestors like, started church so he could divorce this chick. I don't know. Whatever. But anyway, I'm not going for that. I like to sleep on Sundays.
Since Saturday nights I'm usually partying! Ha-ha-ha. Still, though, scotch kinda tastes really gross. Like, disgusting.
Okay, so on to my plan. You know, hanging out with the freak. I could invite her to a few parties, maybe? She could have her taste of scotch. HAHAHA, imagine her face on the cover of the times throwing up!
And the dutiful friend holding her hair back in the toilet, with a perfect smile on her face!
Ahh. Perfect!
There you go! Another chapter. REVIEW, REVIEW! And, if you like Harry Potter, check out my BRAND-SHPANKIN' NEW fic, Wicked! Loosely based on the musical of the same name. Cheerio!