Dear diary, I think that statistically, somebody must have farted a second before the bombs went off in japan. I wonder how that felt. Speaking of farting, I got a new boyfriend last week. It’s official, the facebook status has changed. I never realized how much I farted until now. I mean, it’s not acceptable. Girls can’t fart. But they can sneeze and cough, that’s just fine. That really is backwards. If I fart while preparing dinner I risk nothing. If I sneeze or cough I risk making people sick. Farting should be acceptable. I dream of a day I can fart and a stranger says “bless you”. <3
Dear diary, Almost everyone used to keep a diary, and we've replaced that with social media and forums. We've literally replaced private self-exploration with a relentless quest for external validation. How interesting. It’s a good thing I’ve still got you, diary.