| Current mood: |  depressed |
| Current music: | Boyzone |
Dear diary,
I feel so alone. Friday night was good I suppose. They played brilliant music, such as Abba and Celine Dion, and I had such fun dancing to them but... I don't know. I just wish I could of taken someone home on my milk float that night. I feel afraid that I'm not attractive anymore. I can't grow a moustache like Pat Mustard. I feel so cursed. I'll never be sexy.
-Sigh- Chrissie took great care of my kittens. But I threatened to kill hers.... I'm a naughty bastard. I couldn't stop crying. I should tell her I'm really sorry and that I am a tit. Her hair is really bouncy and shiny. I have to ask her what conditioner she uses because my hair has been lacking a certain je ne sais quoi. -Sigh- I really do feel bad. I think I'm going to sit by the fire with the three cats with my favourite pair of furry slippers and a book. I'm such a tit.
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