"People say I'm dumb. Not to my face- well, apart from Finn and Artie- but behind my back. I may not seem it but I'm pretty ob- clevery. Ugh, I dunno. Anyway, I feel like I don't need to worry about that, now I have Trouty Mouth as a friend. I mean, life still sucks 'cause Lord Tubbington's on the weed and me and Sanny are separated, but I am really happy, like a squirrel. Or Something.
But this is gonna be my year. I can feel it in my tummy, or maybe that's the cat food talking. Despite that, I am ready to bring it. It's Brittany, Bitch.
"Brittany, who are you talking to?" My pet shark says to me. He smiles this really weird, slightly creepy smile and I sort of do a double-take.
"I did it again!" Eh, there's always next year.