Kin's Diary June 9th 1932
Boys are such bores to watch and tolerate. Especially Zaku. He's so stuck up about his fiddle playing, as though it makes him better than us. The fiddle is about the most annoying instrument I know-If he at least played classical music then he could brag, but no, it's just that whining and screaming of the strings.
Now the guitar, that's an instrument. It has no airs, no presumptions of superiority. Just a nice, down to Earth, people's sensibility, playable anywhere by anyone. Of course, me, I'm the best there is. At playing it, mind you. Not a man alive who can resist me once I start playing and singing. Women neither for that matter, though I'm not like that. Dosu and Zaku can fantasize all they like, I'm not doing anything of that sort.
... Not for them anyway.
Konoha is pretty, I'll admit. I look forward to taking it. All ours for the picking. I'll do my part. And hopefully, they'll spare some of the nicer boys. That blonde one with the whiskers I've read about in the papers looks nice. I have to admit, I have a bit of a soft spot for heroes. Putting him on a leash would be... Intriguing.
Not that I'm like that. No. I'm a good girl. No matter what those bastards say. Or Miss Tayuya says.