Have not updated this in a while. Seriously reconsidering the Psychology session thing, but you get to choose: Should I write a new one, or not? For those of you who don't know what Psychology session, it's just what the title says: a shrink interviewing and counselling the various members of YGO. And sometimes I would do a "in the waiting room" chapter, where you could see what was going on in the waiting room. I'll be using osme of my old ideas but the whole story will probably be totally different.

This is Mai's Diary Entry, as usual, pardon the spelling.

Disclaimer: I don't own. It.

Cover: Mai's Sexy Diary (it's all glittery and rhinestone-y and... stuff...)

Entry: September 19th, 2004 (I hope you realize that the dats are all random)

Mai's Entry:

Dear Mai's Book Of Sexy,

Today I went and got a haircut, hon! It was fantabulous as well as scandalous because of some juicy gossip I heard while conditioning. My stylist, Pantsismyenemy, was just coloring my hair honey blonde when I heard the most OUTRAGEOUS thing! It turns out that Joey, who I totally think isn't gorgeous at ALL (okay well maybe a little) is GAY! I was totally like "Oh, my God, What!" and the woman beside me (who was wearing hideously brown eyeshadow) was like "Do I know you?" and I was like "Totally not, Hon, but I just have to hear what you were saying about Joey!" and she looked at me like a fish would look at a moron (funnily, if you must know) and said. "I was totally silent, so I don't know what the sam hell hillion you are talking about." And then she totally got up with her hair still being dyed and was like "oh my God."

So I finally decided that it was probably me that said that Joey, the ugly bastard (okay maybe not THAT ugly), was GAY, and since I always tell the truth... WAIT! I lost my train of thought...

I'll pick it back up later. Anyhow, so as I was saying... I GOT IT! ANd since I always tell the truth, I decided to believe myself and think that Joey, that bony asshole (maybe not such an asshole), was GAY!

OH MY GOD! I LOVE HIM! No I don't. I was just kidding. He's just a stupid old hobo who doesn't even know how to tie his shoes. Well, not that I know of... I've never watched him tie his shoes, no I haven't... Ahem, well, alright. Yesterday I wrote a poem about how much I hate Joey... Here it is:

Joey is an asshole He is mouth is a food-hole I hate the bony bastard His breath probably smells like mustard He likes blue and blue is ugly He wears blue to make him fugly He eats bugs He drinks out of mugs And I think he wears a wig Because he's such a pig I'll never date the motherfucker He'll ask and I'll say no and then I'll say "SUCKER!"

And when I read that poem over again, I found out it was totally untrue. So I wrote another poem, but then I lost it, and that's unfortunate. Do you know why? NO YOU DON'T SO I'll tell you all. It's unfortunate because it was a fucking goood poem.

So bad-ass. And I say bad-ass now, as well as a whole bunch of other words, such as juicylicious. And ghettofabulous. And all that jazzy-schmazzy junk. Crap. I just but off my toenail. I have no idea in heaven, hell or earth how I did it, cause my mouth wasn't even touching my toenail, but I somehow bit it off.

So I was walking down the street when... WOAH!

TTYL DIARY, GOTTA GO! I HAVE NO IDEA WHY, BUT I SOMEHOW DO!

A/N: That was a bit... strange. As well as short. Next time'll be longer. This was actually kind of crappy.