Dear Diary,
Wow! Kesesese… it's been forever since I looked in this thing last. But today West and I were cleaning out the attic (which is where I live now) and under my box of garden gnomes (West doesn't want them on his porch D:) I found YOU! To refresh your memory, you are my awesome diary and I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, yada yada yada…
Anyways, West turned out pretty good- not as awesome as Yours Truly, but hey, that would be expecting too much of the poor kid. Gilbird is still alive, I swear he must be immortal or something, since he's awesome like me.
I live in my old house with West (I never bothered to mention that his name was Ludwig), Feliciano Vargas, an Italian foreign exchange student, my awesome wife Lizzie, Gilbird, and West's three dogs. I'm twenty-five now, so I still have four good birthdays before I turn thirty and I plan to use those years wisely- partying, staying up late, and acting like I'm seventeen!
Anyway, I gotta go for now, oh awesome Diary of mine- time to put my garden gnomes on West's porch! Kesesese!
THE END