by WhiteVial » Thu Jul 07, 2011 3:20 am
Dear Puck,
Why are two of your pages ripped out?
And WHY has Savage been writing in here?! Grz! I am now mad at him.
I mean, not that I care about you, Puck, but I don't want my boyfriend to all of a sudden start snooping around in you. I mean, some of my DEEPEST, DARKEST secrets are in here.
Ack. You're a J-O-U-R-N-A-L. Not a *shudder* *vomit* *shudder* D-I-A-R-Y.
I will spill no secrets to you. Because you are a stupid journal and you would NEVER understand it!
Okay, now I want a cookie.
You know what's wierd? I get shot by Flauge, yet I feel fine afterward, and here I am now, captured by some wierd wolf who only will speak to me via speakerphone, and it's really creeping me out.
You'd think, for normal wolves, that you'd be pretty freaked out if you woke up in the hospital and they doctor people told you you'd just been shot.
But, Puck, I'm not normal. No.
I BE FIRIN MAH LAZAH! *pew pew pew*!
Teehee. I just had to do that.
Okay, I'd better put you away now. How did you even manage to land in my paws, Puck?
Creeper, creeper.
~Lake