Tuesday November 12th
I HATE BLOODY MOLE CHERYL!!! Melissa told me that Darrell and Cheryl always ring up each other and, you
wont believe this, Diary, Cheryl said to Melissa that her and Darrell are having a sort of phone affair. BITCH, POG, FUGLY MOLE!!!!!!!! He's my bloody boyfriend! Darrell reckons that I'm still wrapped in Scott because I ring him all the time and how dare he accuse me of things I don't do. I know I do ring Scott all the time but it's only because I'm such a good friend to Melissa, who wants him, not that he'd ever want that suck. Darrell should know that I'm wrapped in him and I'll never be wrapped in anyone else. Only Daryl Braithwaite and sometimes Scott and less than sometimes Michael.
Saturday September 14th (UNINTERESTING!!!!)
Nothing happened today. It was that boring I nearly died. You can’t half tell that my bloody Mum and Dad love Bob more than me. Bob does this thing where he comes home from the footy and goes “Where’s my cock!? Has anyone seen my cock!?” He means Charlie (our basset hound), and Charlie runs in and goes mental over Bob, and Bob goes “There’s my cock! What a lovely long cock”. Mum and Dad laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world, even though Bob knows bloody well what he’s saying. But when it comes to me, oh, yes, it’s a different story. All I said was that Bob looked like a cock-sucker with his South Melbourne knitted hat on, and Mum bloody told me off, when it’s exactly the same thing. Dad wasn’t amused either. EVERYBODY HATES A MIDDLE CHILD! Mum saw The Exorcist with Auntie Beth tonight and me and Anne went and hung around with Uncle Ron, Gayle, Kaye and Julie (my cousins) because Bob and Dad were watching the footy replay at our joint, which shit me. Gayle and me did a quiz in Cleo and it proved that I’ve got a good personality, which I already knew.
Sunday September 15th
Mum took Charlie to the vet to get a cyst cut off his ear. She’s that worried, but she would never be that worried about me if I had to stay at the vet overnight. This morning Mum made me wash the car and I was in a real bad mood about it, so I did a bad job. Ha! Sucked in. Then of course Bob was allowed to watch some shithouse football show, which shitted me because I wanted to watch this really grouse show about something I can’t think up now. Being isolated in my room knocked me out of the bad mood. I thought more about Scott and Darrell. Who to love? Cheryl rang and said she’d tell Scott to drop me, but I don’t want her to just in case I still love him. Tomorrow is school so I can see what will happen about Darrell and maybe we’ll have a fight. I don’t know. Until then… A POEM TO MY UNFAVOURING MOTHER I know I’m dramatic I know I’m loud I know I like to stand out from the crowd But mum, here’s some advice and try not to leak it. If your attention you’d just give I WOULDN’T NEED TO SEEK IT!