Dennis is such a fucking dick. I so can’t wait to drug his ass and lock him up somewhere. Sasha might have thought I was joking, but goddamnit -- I so was not.
Work’s been stressful, especially since the show’s been airing now and SUDDENLY people are asking about things. You have no idea how hard it was to explain last week’s “too hot for TV” issue. I have no idea why they didn’t air it, but considering they probably had footage of me on top of Dennis -- I am so worshipping the censor right now.
I’m in an angry mood. Is it because I’m caged in or because of Incubis? This song’s actually really cool. The Warmth.
Sasha and I are supposed to go “test clubbing” this weekend, I hope. I’m really itching to…
What the heck is this? There’s Japanese songs coming from my computer… This thing is funny. I have no clue what the heck they’re saying, but okay. I bet this is something of Oliver’s. He was singing something like this earlier.
I feel bad because I pounced on him, but I restrained! Don’t worry! I’m not raping anyone… yet. We need to get a trampoline real bad. That way when I get the way I did tonight I can just go out in the back and jump on the trampoline and exhaust myself. I have zero self-control. Embarrassing but what can you do?
That Kyrene jerk! He somehow got a hold of my new e-mail address and has been sending me mail. I bet Mom gave it to him. Or Dad. Either way it wouldn’t surprise me. “He was your best friend in school, deary.” Just a little more than friends, I guess? Anyway, the e-mail was basically talking about how I should get with a “real man” and not “that Oliver putz” or something to that effect. Then he tried to fucking
woo me. I should ask Vince if I can put a restraining order on him for a while. I mean, he’s all bent out of shape and one minute he’s threatening to assassinate Oliver and then trying to tell me all this other shit about how he loves me and wants us to get back together. I bet he just wants to be on TV, which is terribly childish of him…
And why am I rambling about this in my journal?
Oliver and I had a “contest” to see who would cook for the rest of the show’s airing. And I lost, so I’m the chef now. It’s okay, he’s bad at Twister. Thank you gymnastics summer camps! I never lose at Twister!
Okay, that’s the third Japanese love song in a row, and it’s making me sleepy. So now I will go back to bed.