Let's take a look inside Mihael's twisted mind. And when we're done feel free to review/flame/throwbigrocksatme.
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December 13, 2009
Today's my birthday. Roger gave me a diary. A fucking diary. I'm supposed to write in this damn thing to 'release my feelings of agitation and anger'. Whatever. Like I've got anger issues…. Ok I see the point.
My other presents weren't much better. L got me half a chocolate bar. I think he got hungry and ate the other half.
Matt said he got me birthday sex. I got excited. I thought he meant the actual thing. He meant the song by Jeremih. Awkward.
Near gave his undying hatred. Love it.
December 17, 2009
I dragged Matt outside today because it was snowing. Hey, he hasn't seen the sun in two weeks. I'm just concerned about his health!
Ok that was a lie. I just wanted to wanted to hit him in the face with a snowball to pay him back for sitting on my chocolate bar last week.
So I hit in the face with a snowball. He hit me in the face with a rock.
Remind me never to force Matt to go outside again.
December 18, 2009
Matt and I went Christmas shopping today. I hate the mall. There are small children everywhere. When I see small children I feel the sudden urge to hit something. Matt was the closest thing to hit, but my face still hurts from yesterday.
Had to drag Matt out of the GameStop. He bit me. Twice. Now my hand hurts too.
Here's what I got everyone:
Matt- the new Pokemon game. I stand much less chance of getting injured if he's busy playing a game.
L- half a piece of cake. Bitch deserves it.
Roger- I'm writing in the fucking diary. Isn't that enough for him?
Near- my undying hatred. He'll love it.
December 24, 2009
Christmas Eve. Roger made us help decorate the tree. Matt told me I looked like the angel on the top of the tree. I took a swing at him, he ducked. I hit the tree and got a facefull of pine needles.
Apparently I'm allergic. Fuck.
I have to stop writing now. My eyelids are swelling shut.
December 25, 2009
Merry fucking Christmas. At least my face isn't swollen isn't anymore.
At least I got some decent presents:
Matt- new leather pants. Problem- the butt is cut out. Is that supposed to mean something?
L- half of half a bar of chocolate. This is getting ridiculous.
Roger- allergy medication. Apparently we're keeping the tree up for awhile.
Near- his undying hatred. Love it.
December 27, 2009
Tried to play a trick on Near today. I jumped out at him and made him knock over his stupid dice tower. He told me I wasn't nearly creative enough in my tormenting tactics and that's why I'll never be the next L.
Locked myself out of my room. Karma sucks.
December 30, 2009
Heater broke. Keep waking up in the morning with Matt in my bed. I try to kick him out, and he growls in his sleep.
I think he's got rabies.
That reminds me, I'm still not sure about those pants he gave me for Christmas….
Tomorrow is New Years.
I'm going to a party. Now how to sneak out without Roger noticing…
See you next month. Whatever.
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