Day 257: One of the people who have been writing in my journal thinks there are different versions of himself writing in "his" journal. need a better hiding place for my journal. not as much blood as i though. *Faint*
Day 259: woke up from my 2 day coma. The jack-ass wrote in my journal while i was unconscious from lack of blood. when i find this asshole, i see him in hell. wait a second...
Day 263: The talking gerbil wants a cookie. I know you are not supposed to give a mouse a cookie, but what about a gerbil? Will think about it some more.
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