Dear diary,

Whazzzuuuup.

I love being left out of inside whatevers. Witness this, and this and whatever Crackbaby is writing in response. All I know is that crackbaby just walked up here and asked me if I read Kat and Kel’s diary and then asked me to flip a coin.

Whatever.

There are footsteps on the ceiling. Word to your mother.

/rizzn

Quote of the Entry: “Who put this bowling ball in my stomach?” – super fast kel